" He lifted her off his lap and pushed her to the floor just in time for her face to accept his frothy appreciation.He flopped back into his chair and...patted the heads of the two blondes kneeling attentively at his knees. "Did you have another dream last night after your visit with Mrs. Potter?" No, Sir. I slept all night," she paused thoughtfully, "except when Daddy came home and slipped in to say 'hello'." And how long," the professor queried, "did that take?" Oh, about half an hour or 45. My husband is always trying to get me to flirt with other men and would lover one to fuck me but that was out of the question. One summers afternoon I sat in the garden with a glass of wine when Jane our new neighbour came round and asked if we would like to join them for some drinks and food later that evevning so I said yes. When I spoke to my husband I told him that we were going round for drinks his eyes lite up and asked if I would flirt with Tom who was Janes husband.I told him to. My nails dug at his back as my whole body reacted to him; quivering and moaning and gasping as he dove deeper into my tight pussy. I rocked my hips against his fingers as his lips crashed against mine and his thumb danced over my clit, rubbing it furiously causing my body to tense up. I moaned into his mouth louder as his onslaught on my pussy kept increasing in speed and ferocity. “Oh god, Ryan. Yes! Don’t stop,” I moaned out loudly against his lips as his fingers flicked against my cervix. The scenery was stunning, a bright shining lake in sparkles of reflected sun, high hills as a backdrop, and two of the most- lovely ladies imaginable, to use as models for my camera now clicking away like a typewriter… After a while in a small clearing, Maggy suggested as we were fairly isolated here, if we were up for it, that we took a few more risqué shots, and I happily agreed, (well wouldn’t you) so we branched off the main pathway and found a much more secluded edge of the lake clearing,.