"You know...what they say...about pleasing a woman," she gasped as her arousal grew. "Only a woman really...knows what to do." Her fingers were movi...g faster now, and I could feel the tension in her leg muscles as her orgasm grew near. I had heard her words, but the music and her performance was keeping me from comprehending what she had said. "So that's...", she panted, "what I'm...going to make...you." She was covered in a sheen of sweat now, franticly rubbing her pussy. Her other hand. After on drink Kathy went to get another gin and tonic for herself and Frank and I agreed go for it. Upon her return Frank put is drink down and Kathy sat close to him suspecting nothing was about to happen. Frank was talking and moving his hands around explaining how big the fish was that he caught last weekend when his hand landed on Kathy’s right knee and did not move. Kathy took a sip of her gin and tonic and never missed a beat but looked at Frank as he continued to tell his fish story. Bill got the day off; she expressed two bottles; her men sat in the audience and watched the -- interminably dull, when you think about it -- ceremony. Well, Bill watched when the boys weren’t distracting him. They couldn’t focus beyond a yard yet.Bill had bought a camera before the birth. He already had enough snaps to fill an album. He insisted of taking a picture of her in her robe holding the twins. That was fine. She only insisted that the pictures of her breastfeeding were kept out of the. I stayed over with her, and the first thing that struck me was her changed demeanour, she slipped from her everyday schoolgirl persona, into a night tie vixen, by slipping from her drab everyday clothing into a Margo Robbie like character, as depicted in the movie, "Suicide Squad", short tight shorts, decorative and torn netted tights, and nipples jutting out from her unfettered small titty's, under her cotton t-shirt.When I saw her I asked her why, and her hand movement spoke volumes, her.
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