But without waiting for an answer she asked more questions “Do you still fancy playing with my body. What would you have done if I had let you go fr...e on my body? Would you have squeezed my boobs like this …?” She said that while making me squeeze her boob for the first time with my hand. “Or would you be squeezing my nipples between your fingers”, she said that by squeezing my fingers which in turn crushed her tits in-between.I got confused. What is happening here? Am I being punished or. Man, I should have rubbed one out while in the shower. “You know,” she pleaded, “My husband would not approve. How about your wife?” “Well,” I began, “Since you're willing to lick my balls and she isn’t here and they do need a good licking…” At that moment she leaned forward and kissed me. Softly at first. I took her drink from her hand and we embraced more passionately. She was a great kisser. Her hands moved downwards and began to loosen my towel. I stopped her and slowly moved her towards. "Come on, baby, just a quick one." She frowned."And what if the painter comes down and sees us?" she asked.I thought about this for a minute. Desperate to just get into those panties -- sex or not -- I compromised. "You just sit here and I'll finger you," I proposed. "If we hear him coming, I'll move my hand, and he'll be none the wiser." To make my offer even more appealing, I slid my hand a little further up Emily's leg, prodding her pussy with my pinky finger. Reluctantly, she spread her. Touching up my makeup I head back for the living room to wait. As I hear the door knob turn a smile spreads across my face and I move to the door to great you. Saying hello I lean in for a quick kiss, you always have a few e-mails to send after arriving back from a trip so I sit down on the sofa to wait. As you begin I sit back and cross my legs, letting my robe split showing my bare legs. I see you glance over at the movement and your eyes linger on my legs before you look me in the eye..