You think she's pretty, don't you?" I don't know any woman I'd say was prettier. But I promise, I'll stop staring." It's all right, like I said. I thi...k she's pretty too. I don't blame you for looking." At that moment Helen entered the living room again, and I said: "Helen, Alfred thinks you're the prettiest woman in the world, and he can't stop looking at you."I don't know which of the two turned the deepest red, but Helen was the first to recover."Oh, he does? Well, then we've better give him. "Nice to see you again, sir." said Mike, grinning."See, I told you my dad would like to see you again, Mike." Laurie said as she lifted her top over her head. Her large, firm tits stood high on her chest, the nipples hard and extruded.Steve slid his hand up Mike's crotch to the waistband of his sweats. Untying the drawstring, he pulled the front of the sweats down, exposing Mike's hardon, which sprung to attention once it was freed. Steve wrapped around the hard shaft pulling the foreskin down,. ?Lick it clean.? His voice was hard now, and he had to force his muscles to unclench. He wanted to beat her now, beat that pretty soft little body till she howled and bled for him. But it was too soon. He watched her with heavily-lidded eyes as she cried and licked at his sex. ?My balls too.? He loved watching that candy pink tongue flutter out of those cock swollen lips, licking at his hairy sac as his hairy thighs scratched her tender cheeks.?Good girl.? He pushed her away once he deemed. This really is a non-story, just two friends out for an evening’s dancing. Thank you and good day.”I’ll give them their due, they didn’t make a fuss, just nodded their thanks and left.I went back inside and trudged up the stairs and into the conference room where we usually ate lunch. Everybody was still there, sat silently. I walked over to where I’d left my messenger bag and began to pack my things into it, leaving the script on the table. Once I finished, I started to say goodbye to.