She started rubbing my prick back and forward along her pussy, her labia spread apart. Still her pee kept flooding over me. She leant back slightly, a...d wriggled up on my lap. She had my prick lined up perfectly at her opening, and pulling herself forward towards me, I was now inside her. The bench was far more stable than the darkroom stool had been; there wasn’t the fear that at any moment it could overbalance.She was kneeling astride my waist, and she started moving up and down. I felt in. She smiled, but inwardly she felt the jolt of passion ripple through her body. She was now alone with Ricky, Tom still being in the other room. Ricky was looking straight at her and she could read the desire in his eyes. He was leaning against the doorframe with arms folded and seemed to be weighing her up. Deciding how should he approach her? Suddenly Sara felt an overwhelming need to make the first move. She stepped over to the table and slipped her shoe off her foot, letting it fall to the. Am I wrong?”A voice from the door way spoke, “No honey, you’re not wrong. He’s wanted you for quite some time.” My wife had finished her shower and had heard most of the conversation. She was wrapped in just a towel.She slowly walked up to Alyson and began unbuttoning Alyson’s blouse. The towel had fallen away, exposing my wife’s full body. Alyson’s eyes were as wide as they could be and her mouth aghast. My wife pulled Alyson towards her and began to kiss her. Slowly at first, but then with. She turned around and I got a hug, her hands dripping water down my back and her belly, also wet, gave my belly a kiss.We lived each day. Ella worked the lunch to dinner shift from 11 to 8 on Thursdays and Sundays. As she settled in with me she bitched about the tips those days. “That’s why they gave me those shifts. None of the other girls wanted them,” she explained.I commiserated with her over a couple of beers on the patio. It had been about two weeks by then since had been living with me..