In fact she tried to keep herself detached, and untouuhed, from what she referred to as plebs, chavs or oinks – the working class. She disliked me a...tending football matches, especially with Baz Butcher, who she met once and dismissed as 'a barrow boy spiv'. I informed her, in no uncertain terms, I was from the lower classes, and going to football matches was an important part of my heritage – all bollocks of course — but like most intellectuals she regarded cultural traditions as sacrosanct,. I tried to pull back to apologize, but she sighed her acceptance and pulled me closer for another kiss. Her body continued to tremble as mine pulsed and slowly finished. She took a deep breath and started to relax.I pushed back to look at her, and I was devastated by the look on her face. She couldn't possibly have been satisfied, but she looked resolved to accept that we were finished. Maybe Tony would have been finished, but I certainly wasn't going to stop short. I reached up and gently. As I was going at it hard and fast we heard the doorbell ring. I said oh shit another agents here to show the house. Dale just laughed and said it was Shawna the cute heavy set receptionist from the office she had told her about our first encounter and Shawna was very interested and Dale had suggested she come over and had told her the plan she had to get me again. Shawna was about 50 she looked like she weighed about 225 with what looked like a size 40D breast. Dale was about 5’6 while Shawna. Guided by Celia’s moans, she intensified her efforts. Fingers added to the pleasuring, and she managed to find Celia’s g spot. Celia definitely built to orgasm, writhing beneath Jane’s mouth. Her hands went to her own nipples, squeezing and twisting them, adding that little extra to bring her over. Jane eased back her attention, and tasted the flow of juices she coaxed out. She beamed a proud grin at Celia, and Celia laughed breathlessly, Joe and Eddie joining her.“Come here,” Celia beckoned,.