She looked a bit nervous but she smiled and gave him a hug. She excused herself and went into our bedroom. He said to me "is everything ok? Is she ok ...ith me?" I told him that everything was great and to go ahead and have fun.She came back out a few minutes later and smiled at me and I knew then that she changed her panties to something sexy. She got as far as the door of the pantry and he met her there, took your hand and told you how gorgeous and sexy she was and slowly moved up tight against. The scene, the opportunity, it was all just too much for George, he squatted down, planting his knees on the couches edge, on either side of Elizabeth’s feet. His thick pole pointed straight at the dark pink center of the woman’s cunt. Using one hand to brace himself on the back of the couch, George used his other hand to guide his nearly purple headed club toward the offered opening. His breath hissed through his teeth like a punctured tire as his swollen glans bumped between Elizabeth’s. I could taste her whiskey on my tongue. It made me chuckle. She was completely fucked. ‘Are you with the band?’ she asked, panting. I nodded, not wanted to answer and break the moment as I drunk in her gorgeous curves and hollows, looking her up and down and pausing at her exposed cleavage. I licked my lips and then nodded again, more to myself than to her. I was happy she wasn’t grinding against me anymore or she would have noticed my now solid erection. ‘Can you take me upstairs?’ she. "Coffee, milk two sweeteners," Heather replied."You're early," I observed, she blushed, six months she had been coming, she usually did a couple of hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays, "We have a new lady in four, Marilyn." Oh, right," Heather replied."Doing Doris's shift," I explained and Heather brightened."Good," she said, "Many in?" A few," I suggested, "Should be steady." Good," she said as Doris handed her the coffee.It was far mor civilised with the regulars, she used number three cubicle.