. so now pull out your cock and wank it off.... wank and remember how it felt when your young cock was destroying my old pussy! I know you want it! Aa...... do it, do it for me!" And I wanked like crazy. It felt good and right. Her voice guiding me to more pleasure. She moaned as well, making a wet spectacle I guessed. We did this already before the visit, but now... it was way more intense, when we knew we did exactly what we talked about. We now already had sex with each other. That was quite a. I'll see you for dinner in an hour. Dress pretty, I've a surprise place for dinner tonight." Alright, Monique," Jean answered in relief. "I'll knock on your door when I'm ready."Jean turned on the light and looked at the rumpled bed. Well, she thought, as her eyes saw the large round wet spot where her buttocks had lain, I really had myself a time. I guess there's no need in crying over spilled milk. I did it and I can't change that. After all, it was only a dream, I shouldn't feel guilty about. Leaving almost caused a riot with lots of skin showing. It was obvious that neither was wearing a bra and most could be pretty sure that panties weren’t present either. We left, returning to the house for the night.We pulled into the garage and I closed the door behind us. We moved hurriedly to get out of the car and inside the house. Once in the living room, Beth let the top of her dress fall to her hips. She then shimmied it off her hips and it fell to the floor. She looked at us and said,. " Mrs A and C?" The two cooks at the orphanage, Mrs Andrews and Mrs Cooper. They are both good friends, and taught me quite a lot about cooking."Joan came into the kitchen and saw me getting the bacon ready."What's going on here Trish?" Tony's a bit of a kitchen wiz Joan, he asked if he could help me. I think he's really trying to get into my panties but I'll use him up and chuck him out." Great, go for it Tony, I'll get a little more sleep. See you at breakfast."Breakfast cooked and served up,.