He watches as I slide my fingers up my inner thighs, nails slightly digging in leaving faint red scratches, bringing them slowly closer to the crease ...onnecting my inner thigh to my lips. My fingers spread wide as they slide up and over the lace still covering me, leaving two fingers along my thighs while my thumbs meet on the crest of my mound sliding down over my slit through the material. Pushing them in, forcing my lips to part, causing my juices to seep from me, coating the crotch of my. "No, no don't cry please, Emma will you move in with me?" And thatwas it I had blurted it out, and was waiting for an answer, it seemed likehours passed before she began to smile and hugged me. "Yes, yes of courseI will, I will have to downsize some of my stuff to fit in your place."She laughed but the smile had returned and my heart melted again.We kissed deeply and sat on the couch Emma sat on my knee whilst my handrubbed her back and along her thighs slowly pushing up the hem of herdress. Deftly she probed the opening, watching the young body squirm."Ooops, there we are, now doesn't that feel nice." She pushed hard against the puckered rosebud of the opening, watching her finger disappear up inside the trembling bottom."Oooo... aaarrrgggghhh Mmm... Madam. Wendy squirmed and wriggled her hips from side to side as Lady Rawlings quickly set to work with her fingers. Without respite she rotated her finger against the sensitive membranes of the vaginal wall. Pushing, probing and. “If you can get away.” “I probably can. Last meeting for the morning ends at 11:30.” “Got a place in mind?” I thought about it a minute. Someplace nice but close by so I wouldn’t miss my first afternoon meeting. “The café off the lobby. The desk can show you where it is. I should be there a little past noon,” I sent back. “OK. See you then. Can’t wait. I’m so hungry today,” she texted, adding a winking smiley. Jenny arrived for lunch dressed to kill. My wife had always had a knack for.