When I got downstairs Steph was having a glass of wine and told me she poured me one too. Like a good boy, I sat down on a chair across from her in t...e den.We started talking and I had to ask her what the big thing was with me eating my own cum. She grinned and answered "boys are always wanting us girls to swallow, so, we figure it's your turn to swallow. Nothing mean intended, besides it's a bit of a turn on for the three of us. What about you?"I didn't answer but went to another question. She’s my ex-wife now.’ Aha! He’s quite a turn on with his tight ass and the small tufts of white in his sideburns. She’d really fancied him when they’d been involved in that experiment he’d run for the Department of Parapsychology – but then, regretfully, he’d been married. Now it seemed he was available, so get going girl, no more backing off! ‘Sorry to hear you’re alone, but what can I do for you?’ ‘Well, we’ve come up with a rather revolutionary hypothesis and need a volunteer for a. The short uniform she wore permitted him to see her tight ass as she would bend over to clean. The top of the uniform pushed her luscious breasts up, barely holding them in. He noticed how they moved, jiggled almost, when she was dusting. This drove him insane with desire. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, and motioned for Isabella to move towards the bed. She slowly walked over and stood at the side of the bed watching Master Paul as he adjusted his robe allowing it to open. .. I thought it was arrogance, actually ... said something to her and looked around for somewhere to sit before heading for my table, carrying their umbrella."Anyone sitting here?" he asked abruptly."Help yourself," I said, "I'll be leaving in a bit, I expect."He sat with no further comment and I surreptitiously watched his companion. Someone unkind might describe her as 'pear-shaped', her derrière being, well, noticeably larger than her upper body. Personally, I prefer to say 'womanly'. The.