‘Jennifer, there is something, I must ask you. Every time I’ve tried…’ Jennifer put two fingers to Peter’s lips and smiled with a knowing, a...used look in her eyes. ‘I won’t stop you this time,’ she whispered softly. For minutes, silently, not daring to breathe, they stared into each other’s eyes until Peter stood, lifting Jennifer to her feet. Holding her hands, he dropped to his knees and looked up at her face. The world seemed to become quiet and still, as if holding its breath in. He smiles. Again. Buzzzz. He runs it along the skin of your tummy. Mmm. Downward along the inside of your hip, then your inner thigh. You clench as tight as you can. Bracing for it. Your pussy is dripping now and it's not urine. He places the vibrator right next to your lips, you start to squirm in excitement now. 'No! I must not! Stop!' The vibrator touches your lips as he slides it along them slowly, and to the flesh over your clit. Oh my God!. Another squirt. You clench again, determined. There’s only one problem, my boyfriend specifically said no.It all started when I walked into your job for the first time. Although I didn’t have any drinks in me yet, I spotted you from across the bar. Standing tall at six-two, about two--undred sixty pounds, you were exactly what I liked and then some. I told my boyfriend that I would fuck you if I got the chance and he instantly told me to not even think about it. Knowing I couldn’t have you, my infatuation continued. Dressing a little. Cater hand I take a close look at this woman, not much in the body department, short black hair, little makeup, small mouth, pointy nose. Tits might be B cup size, skinny waist and short legs. Like I said not much to look at. As she introduces herself I get the feeling I am shanking the hand of a principal or leader of something, she has this feeling about her. She than introduces her daughter Windy, I smile as I extend my hand to shake Windy’s hand. Seeing a big difference between mother.