He gently parted her legs, to better view her now exposed treasure, his prize. His hands now caressed her ass and inner thighs – teasing now at the ...dge of the hair that was her only remaining concealment and signpost of his desired destination. His fingers played lightly over this hair, as she opened her legs to invite further, closer attention. First, his lips gently kissed hers, then his tongue lightly parted them, and began its own wet exploration – seeking out first, and quickly abandoning. It was Ed Lewis with his pals Nigel Finch and Malcolm Dowel. They were all advertising executives and as such spent most of their time living the easy life as they toiled for inspiration dreaming up TV adverts to sell soap flakes and corn flakes.They had sort of made the Eden Club a get-away from work and wives and shared a permanent cabin from which they came and went in their company cars. The cost was peanuts for them and they always kept the staff sweet with generous service tips. For them. I was hot and soaking wet with anticipation.There was a light tap on the door. My heart began to thump like crazy. Who was it? Hansie or Maria? At least I didn’t have to go far to open the door. I opened it and was absurdly relieved to see Hansie standing there, wrapped in a bath-robe. He smiled shyly.“Hi, Annie. Can I come in?”“Of course you can,” I grinned, and pulled him through the door, sliding the latch once he was safely inside.“I’m so glad you’ve come,” I said. Not wasting any time, I. I acted ignorance and went on masturbating. After she went to her mother I too stopped my activity because I wanted her to see it. After some time I called her with a glass of water. She came with water and I asked her to sit on the bed. I took her hand and started asking all sorts of innocent questions. I was slowly stroking her thighs. I asked her what she was doing in the store room. She told she had come to take some soap. I again asked her what she saw. She said nothing. I said I knew she.