She'd managed to get him into bed a few times, but he wasn't helpless yet.She was thirty-six, though she'd told him she was only twenty-eight. She nee...ed to get him dependant on her. If he was in a hospital somewhere, she needed to find out, so she could go and feel sorry for him. She'd get the key to his apartment, to get his mail for him or something, and have a copy made. She'd visit him every day, and take him home to finish recuperating from whatever was wrong with him. He'd see that he. I went to bed alone. He kissed me goodnight and went downstairs. I watched his lean lovely body as he left the room. Whenhe was in his home he prefered to be naked and that evening emerging from his house greeting his late night guests totally naked, his huge uncut cock swinging like a pendulm. I followed the pathway to where there was a small pond. It was modestly sized but one could swim in it. By the time I arrived on the scene everyone had shed his or her clothing and prowled around with. He continued to massage them through the shirt as he leaned down, pressing another kiss to her mouth and rumbling with appreciation when he heard her let out a soft moan. The pad of his index finger rolled around one stiff nipple, through the fabric and it drew another low sound from her as she tilted her head back, allowing him access to her delicate neck. He gladly accepted, his slightly chapped lips working at her pulse before he slid his tongue up her neck to her earlobe, taking the. Once ready we went down stairs, I sat between the men on the settee thinking it would give Marg the choice of who she sat next to, but to my surprise she stood in front of us, she really did look good in her smart business suit and knee length boots.She took off her jacket to reveal a fantastic cleavage with her tits trying to burst the buttons of her blouse and started a slow striptease until she was down to boots, stockings, gee string and bra, with her hand inside the gee string massaging.