She looked stunningly sexy and the same old bulge made its appearance in my pant. She asked me, “How do I look? Is it ok if I wear this for the clie...t meeting or it looks so casual?”I couldn’t say anything to her as I stood with an empty expression. She looked down and smiled. I didn’t try to hide my erection and I let her see them. I said, “You are looking damn sexy in it and that will be the disturbance in the meeting. Do you have something subtle?” She smiled and went inside. I inhaled. ’ ‘Two….’ ‘Three..’ *snap* Yours eyes open, you squirm uncomfortably on the sofa, wondering why you are suddenly feeling so horny. ‘Did you still want your drink miss?’ I say, pretending nothing’s happened. ‘Yes please, I am so hot right now, can I have some water?’ You stare at my crotch as I stand there in front of you. You try to remember what happened, ‘how did I get from the kitchen to the living room? What did you do to me?’ As you try to fight, unable to get the thought of sucking cocks. Samantha unbuttons her pants and leaves them open. His fingers hook into the waist band and as he slides the fabric down her legs.The man’s lips trail down his partner’s back, nipping, kissing, licking and tasting her flesh. Samantha steps out of her pants. He turns her slowly around and then lifts his shirt over his head. She kisses his chest and then slides her mouth down his chest to his belly as she unbuttons his jeans. His stiff manhood presses against her face through the material. His. The bungalow wasn’t expansive, but there was enough room for an impromptu runway between the bed and bath.As I sat, listless but rapt, jaw on my chest, tongue falling out, she continued her stage show.Moving close again, she placed her hands behind her head and arched her back towards me. Her wondrous mommy orbs in my face. For almost 30 seconds, my field of vision was filled with nothing but sexy tit flesh.And then she stepped back and turned around. Bending at the waist, with legs straight in.