The three of them lay back on the king size bed, all manner of thoughts running through all of their minds. No-one knew for sure what happened, but th...y must have drifted off to sleep. About an hour later, Fiona awoke to the sensations of fingers kneading her nipples, each of the two men had their mouths firmly fixed on Fiona’s nipples and running their fingers down her belly to her very wet pussy. Mark’s fingers found Fiona’s pussy lips, they were very wet to his touch, he quickly found that. She wasn't a beauty queen, but she had curves and mounds in all the correct places. That soft, plump, white body was just right for every type of imaginable sex act. Those perfect breasts so kissable and suckable, her vagina so big and juicy. It looked and smelled so wonderful. And her bush was so thick yet soft. Having my face buried in her pubic thatch and inhaling deeply the trapped aromas of her womanhood is something I'll never be able to find the correct words to describe.My advice to. This chair is uncomfortable.”“Well come and sit over here then.”More silence as they watched TV and drank their wine. Mary’s mobile phone rang. All Alan heard was a no, yes and goodbye.“What was all that about?” he asked.“It was Peter. The car won’t start so he can’t pick me up until he gets it fixed, probably tomorrow. He wanted to know whether I was OK staying the night here.”“Well, yes, of course, no problem.”“Good, because I was thinking …” and with that she turned suddenly to Alan and. She whispered, "Baby, I did as you said but I just wanted to let you know how incredibly turned on and wet I am right now. I need you."Well, I don't need to tell you what that did to me. My hand shot under my desk, and I started stroking myself through my slacks. What had started off as a sexy torture session on her, had now backfired. All I could think of was leaving work so I could go home and rescue us both.I managed to pull myself together and finish out the day, and on my way out of the.