The hemline did indeed stop around my thighs, the dress wasnt flimsy, it would keep its shape in a breeze but it wasnt skin tight either, it loosely h...ng around my thighs giving me room to move my legs and, much more importantly, it wouldnt cut into me when sitting down and leave impression lines. The front section, after Id tied it up around my neck presented a small problem. Of course I already knew my back would be bare but if I bent down the dress would sag and clearly show my breasts from. I thought at first she was miming the action of breastfeeding, which was hot enough in its own right, until a glistening trail of milk shot from her left nipple and landed on my face. The bed creaked again. "That feels good. I need you to drink more from Mommy's tits...come here." She got closer and closer until her nipple was within reach of my mouth, and she pulled back away. "Do you like it when Mommy teases you?" she asked. I didn't. "Awww..." she cooed. Something snapped, and she squeaked. The feeling was electric. As his cock slid in my mouth for the first time, I felt the hardness of it, I felt every thick vein along its length. The smoothness of the skin. The taste was bland yet almost tangy. I felt him twitch from the sensation of my mouth on his cock. He moaned a deep guttural moan, and managed to say, ‘Dude, what are you doing?’It wasn’t a freaked out question, more asking me if I was sure of what I was doing. I bobbed up and down a couple of times before coming up for air. Tell your friend to ask his wife to join the two of you at the pub one afternoon after the workout. At this meeting you will have him introduce you to her by the title Mister followed by your last name. Then you will begin impressing her with an air of professional authority. You will explain to her the diet her husband has been on, and the results to date. Then explain the exercise program and these results. Finally, with extreme professionalism, explain to her the reason for interrupting.