I could see every inch of her bare legs all the way from her low-heeled sandals, up to—well, somewhere that wasn’t leaving much to the imagination...I found that my imagination was, however, trying very hard to picture what was hidden at the top of her legs, underneath her very short dress.“I’m sorry, Michael—Jack was called into work this morning. Didn’t he text you? I’ve only just got back myself. I’ve been out for lunch with my friend Cynthia.”She hesitated. I was aware that my mouth was. " I kissed her lips again and laid next to her. I said,"Honey I though you must have because you were stroking me." She said,"No...(pant) I'd seen it on a porn movie once and (pant)...always wanted to touch one, yours was the first." At that she blushed. Then Amy rolled against me and I put my arm around her. She kissed me on the cheek, so, I turned my head and kissed her back. Amy then reached down and started rubbing my cock up and down again. This brought it back to full rigidity. I. She looked down into the bag and said, "The kind of things a woman buys when she wants man to notice her. Do you want to see?" "Sure, I guess." He replied. But Ryan was anything but sure. His mom was acting so strange but at the same time, she didn't seem ill. In fact, she looked good...great. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was definitely something different about her today, right now."He wants to know what's in the bag. I'll show him...a show it shall be." Ashley thought. I was so aroused checking out her voluptuous figure. I had vivid images of myself fucking the shit out of Angela on this elevator. ‘Sue, you’re a trip.’ Angela giggled. The elevator proceeded to descend, and when we passed the fourth floor, the elevator came to an abrupt halt. I was thinking, No, not now. I hate being stuck on elevators. The women, to my surprise, were not frightened. They were calm with smiles on their faces. It was as if they wanted to be stuck on the elevator with us. ‘I.