Ms. Henderson scooted her chair closer to the corner of the table and looked down again. She looked at me and smiled.“You’ll have to come over and...swim sometime, Derek. You’re really dark too. I bet you swim a lot,” she said and never stopped looking at my dick.“Evelyn, you sure hit a sweet spot there. Derek loves to swim ... I wish we had a pool here.”“Good ... maybe you can keep me company, Derek. I can get some sun while I read ... do you read a lot?”“Lordy, Evelyn. You should see his room.. John flopped out, cum splattering everywhere, and the trio collapsed in a panting heap.I was filled with relief when I saw the slut wasn’t Julie. But the relief was replaced by dread when I realised it was Sarah, my wife’s best friend. She and her hubby, Tom were our drinking buddies.The recorded date on the film struck a chord — but I couldn’t remember why it was important. Even though we’d spent lots of time together, I hadn’t realised Sarah played and I was stunned as they all lay about. She took her responsibilities at Gracerie's very seriously, and knew she couldn't go to Lawrence, and still continue to manage the restaurant.The restaurant was now producing a steady profit, with a large, repeat business, clientele. The catering business that Marie and her sister had gotten started was growing steadily as well. I knew that Marie would take Richard on as an assistant if I asked her to.He could pick up some of the knowledge he'd need watching and learning from Grace, or from. Petrus saw what was happening, he moved his chair closer to me also and started to join the fun with his hands caressing my other thigh. His hands felt so warm that I begged him to fingerfuck me. He didn't hesitate at my request and slide his middle finger inside my wet pussy. It felt like my husband's cock was inside me. At first he move his finger slowly then after my moan grew stronger he fucked me hard with his finger. I couldn't help myself anymore, I felt I was going to cum, clinched my.