He inserted the tape and pressed play.She was still just unsnapping her bra. It fell off her shoulders and down her arms and she tossed it on the bed ...ith her blouse. Bradley's cock was already hard and seeing Lucy's breasts' was more than he could take. He reached down, unzipped his jeans and lowered them to his briefs to his ankles. He sat on the couch and began to caress his hard cock, rubbing it up and down as he watched Mrs. Braun on the screen."Yes gentlemen," she said, "as you can see my. We met at a midweek "bop" in the junior rates club and hit it off immediately. She was 5'2" with a curvy size 10-12 figure, biggish tits and a nice arse. She wore a tight top and a skirt that came to mid thigh. She had on red stilletto shoes and fishnet stockings. She looked a little risque but not quite slutty. We had a few drinks and danced to all the music until close to the end of the evening when the dj started to play the slow stuff. As we danced slowly Collette could feel my cock. The door between the two kitchens always open, more of a symbol of apartness than a barrier to our running feet. The entrance to the loft another adventure, joining like the lofts in C S Lewis’s stories so that we were part of both houses, had access to wherever we wanted to go. I knew, of course I did, that things were different now. An outsider had bought the house from the farmer, both halves, although Noel’s lease had proved to be unbreakable thanks to the work of my uncle. I knew that. A friend had been generous enough to offer me his spare bedroom for my little weekend holiday in Chocolate City. There had always been something about the air in Washington that allowed the little head to take control of all higher functions. It was evident in the eyes of every man. Symbolic islands drifting together pulled by the gravity of pulsing cocks. I thought I had drawn a line that I wouldn’t cross, but the older I get the harder it becomes to see. I told myself as a consolation, he was.