“Are you looking up my skirt” Sally said waking from her slumber and before I could answer she had gone again. Was she asleep or just pretending? ... couldn’t work it out but she had drank 3 glasses of wine. Seeing this pussy clad in tight red panties was getting me going now so I parted her legs wider to get better access, I was sure that as I did so she helped as she moved herself forward so her arse was on the edge of the sofa. This made it easier to get my head down there and as I started to. “This is the root of ginger. It has many uses but for tonight the one that concerns us is this.” She set aside the knife and reached between Chloe’s spread legs, laughing softly as she felt the moisture. “You may serve better than anticipated little one.” And she began to rub the root over Chloe's tender lips and bud. Chloe gasped, at first with the relief of having someone touch her aching sex, then at the tingling, quickly building to fire. She resisted the urge to try to squirm away as her. While his workers were upset that he was leaving, like Tiffany they fully understood his reasons and were relieved that it was being sold to another haulage company and that their jobs were safe for the next few years at least.Over the next few weeks Tiffany would see more and more of William around Jack’s Transport, every chance that he had William would touch Tiffany, sometimes he would grab hold of her hips and other times his hand would gently glide across her buttocks, making it appear to. I spoke in a loud voice that caused him to jump with a start and Jude to turn to face me, equally surprised.“Hi,” I boomed, “you must be Marcel,” I said as friendly as a big Texan can, avoiding any form of honorific or title and using his first name. I stuck out my meaty gorilla hand, “I’m Bill, Jude’s husband. Welcome to my home.”He looked to Jude then back to me and didn’t extend his hand. He seemed a little intimidated.“Sorry, I only kiss after at least three dates,” I said waving my open.