My pecker got hard as I started to think about what she was leading up to so I asked her "what do you want to do?" "I think you know what I want to do..." She replied as she walked towards me. My cock was hard as steel now as she placed her leg on the table again placing her now wet cunt right back in my face. Meg pulled her lips apart again and then pointed to her clit "You see that boy, start licking that little button, gently, all women love to have their clit licked." I leaned forward enough. She might, as she said and he said, allow me great latitude in dealing with Rebecca, but that was it wasn’t it: she was doing the allowing not me. I actually had little or no real relevance when it came to anything. Yes, she owed me. Yes she felt guilty for betraying me. Yes, she wanted me to find another woman—talk about the impossible dream. But the fact was I was pretty much nothing when it came to their lives and mostly just in the way. I was sure she’d have just loved it if I only showed. Sigrid kept her panties on and scrupulously avoided body contact, but worked at the heavy tasks alongside all of them, sweat sometimes coating her body. The showers upstairs got lots of use.One day when they had been sanding floors, Sigrid stopped for a rest, her body coated with dust, the sweat leaving tracks between her breasts. She announced, "I want a sauna." When she had explained what that was, she said, "I know were it goes, too. Downstairs, where we can get out to the pool."Mary went. When I was at the store two weeks ago, I ran into Brian an old friend. We walked around talking catching up and flirting a little. I told him that I was married and he said he was single, he said he would love to grab some drinks and catch up. We exchanged numbers and he texted me that night. You were working so we decided to meet up at a bar. Brian was waiting inside when I got there. He stood up to hug me and I felt his bulge against my leg. My pussy twitched a little feeling the size of his.