What if I ask you to do something, knowing I really want it, and it ruins the perfection of “us”? Sensing my mind turning you swing slowly to the ...dge of the bed and dangle your feet over the side. Your fingertip touches to the edge of your mouth to collect the stray lipstick at the corner of your mouth from those lush heated kittenkisses you'd been craving . And you whisper to me in that submissive perfection.... “Anything baby. Anything.... you know that.” Your eyes lower slightly in that. .. in paying attention, it was divulging her exact state of sexual arousal through a subtle yet visible physical morphing... increased glistening as her juices were harder to hold back, and her outer lips, those incredible lips were the would also appear so well behaved while doing a fantastic job keeping everything hidden behind them... watching them become more plump and more present... going from the politely shut state to a more inviting gradual appearance... as they would partially spread. She does so and is lucky to find no one around to spot her.As time progresses, they spot old Tom Morris, a club member who must have just left. He lives next door to the club, and not needing to drive, he is pretty well tipsy, himself.Megan orders Sally to get Tom's attention and flash him, through the window. Flash him Sally does, and old Tom stares back with the memories of youth, fondly.The girls decide to up the ante, the next one ordering another to go down on old Tom.Now they all have to. He stood up and, without ceremony, flipped the front of his shorts down to expose his erection."You revived me," he said."You're sweet," she said."Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" he asked, bowing. It looked funny, because the waistband of his shorts was still tucked under his balls, which looked full and hard."We shall," she said, curtsying by holding the tails of his shirt like they were a skirt.As she dropped the shirt on the floor, next to the bed, she said, "I want to be on top, tonight.".