I’ll just greet jerry at the door like this. I have on a garter belt with black stockings with the little line in the back and my fuck me pumps! I...��m driving Roger insane with this perfume I just applied. The door bell! I better go now! Jerry’s holding and kissing me. Hubby makes us a drink as we sit down on the sofa. Jerry has his arm around me. We soon find ourselves kissing as Jerry pushes me back along the sofa. It’s leather so I don’t have to worry about any stains. Roger reminds me. My wife wore a very short black mini-skirt I'd recently bought for her and a loose fitting peasant shirt. My wife never wears panties and only wears a bra to work, so her perky breasts and hard nipples were constantly about to bust out of her shirt. We were staying downtown and walked to the restaurant to eat and then on to a bar for some drinks. It was on the way from the restaurant to the bar that the breeze picked up and blew up her skirt up for the first time that night, exposing her bare. ” “The what!” “You know… blow jobs.” “I know what it is, but you have a class?” “Yes, we’re a top end finishing school. The girls have had the very best that academia can provide, but are lacking in, shall we say… personal skills.” “Ummm…okay.” “This is how it is. We’ve been let down, and we need a replacement, kind of urgently.” “Urgent, when? I have to fix some trunking in Fleetwood.” “Yes, kind of now…ish.” “Eesh.” Mike looked at his watch. “What would I have to do?” Amy rubbed her hands. “Oh, shit” I said, quickly walking away. Several minutes later he came out of the shower wearing nothing but the towel around his waist. “I’m so, so, so sorry” I said, “I don’t usually do things like that”. He walked a little closer to me and smiled, “Its okay, I’m flattered that you enjoyed watching me”. I was surprised that he wasn’t angry with me and moved closer to him too. I placed my hand on his chest and felt his skin, feeling myself tingle as I did so. I moved my hand further.