There was no way she could ever hide what had happened during the night. Also for some strange reason, that she could no even identify herself, she di... not want her slumbering lover to wake up while she was there, so she dressed silently and made her way to the galley.Everyone was there, already busily gulping down the first meal of the day. When Shirlynn entered, the room went quiet and all looked up at her. At first she thought that they could all tell that she had gotten laid, but then she. One day I walked into bathroom to take a leek and there was Marge on her knees, scrubbing the tub. "No, no don't get up." I took my piss and when I turned, I could see Marge's ears bright red in shame I guess. "Marge, you're working hard, how about a break, as long as you are on your knees, what would you prefer, blow job, ass or pussy fuck?"As she turned, the look on her face was almost as good as a fuck, her whole face had that sag of a person who knows they've lost. Very softly and very. When I got in she had set out a bottle of wine and some snacks turned the lights down low and belt a fire, it was like some thing out of a storybook. We drank wine ate then made love right their on the rug in front of the fire. Later that night I asked Chris about the bra and panties in my bag when I went out of town. At first she seemed unsure how to answer but then she started to tell me all the details. It all started when she saw the pictures on a web site, it made wonder how they. I smile at you as I turn around, and begin to unbutton my shirt. I take it off and begin to carress my breasts through my bra. You ask me to touch my clit, I begin to stroke my engorged clit through my panties, feeling the wetness on my fingers. You ask me if I am wet, and you watch as I slide a finger up my slit. I take my finger out and slide it into your mouth as I watch you grip yourself harder. You try and slide a hand under my panties, I playfully smack it away, saying not yet. I.