She swirled her tongue, her lips moving further down the rigid length. His hands wove into her hair, guiding her further. Their eyes met. His face was...set in concentration.India’s eyes watered. She paused, sucking in air through her nose, her tongue continually swirling against his throbbing pole. She pulled back, almost to the tip and then went again, moving back and forth steadily and taking in more of his cock with each push. Hunter’s hand tightened in her hair. He groaned. His body moved of. Also he selected a pair of black lacy panties, a short black skirt, white extra long stockings and high heeled shoes to finish. He knew the skirt would show off the stocking tops and the gusset of her panties but decided as they were not really going out anywhere it would be a nice distraction till party time.Returning to the computer room he sat and watched as Charlady showered, mainly to ensure she did not play with herself unduly, but also because he had to admit to himself he was becoming. Somehow or other the three of us managed to stumble and trip our way into the bedroom. I became part of it now, helping Betsy take off her skirt as I assisted my wife in slipping out of her bra so Betsy could touch her soft, full breasts. Sharon's breasts were much bigger than Betsy's and all Betsy wanted was to wrap her lips against each nipple and suck them like our infant son.With all three of us naked on the bed at last, Sharon spread her legs for Betsy as she hovered above her. Betsy gaze. I went to her, asked her if the seat next to her was taken. She replied, “No” and the ice was broken. We start talking, introducing ourselves and more of small talks. She got curious knowing about my profession as a Chef. The conversations grew and we started talking about how both were expecting a different kind of night and ended up drinking alone.I was having repeats of whiskey and it was LIT for her. Both of us had a happy buzz. All of a sudden, she took my hand and dragged me onto the.