She dropped her skirt and reached under her dress and brought her panties to her knees and hesitated. All of the way of, please. She dropped them and...stepped out of them. I bent and picked them up. The crotch was damp. I held them to my nose and smiled. You smell very clean. Excellent. I looked at her knees. She took the message and lifted her dress, knees still close together. I cant see your cunt unless you spread you sweet thighs. Please sit on the table and lean back. She sat on the table. He pulls her in tighter to his body, he runs his hands over her slowly as he looks around, wishing they were alone. She goes to move away but he holds her in place, their bodies so close he is sure that she can feel his arousal. They had never met yet he felt as if he had known her all this time. His mind had made up the scene he was living too many times but it had never been like this. His palms were feeling clammy, his nostrils were inhaling her sweet vanilla smell, but he still couldn't say. I checked them out. Real cuties, I’d guess in their 60s. Perfect, I thought. I love older men.George felt my cock grow bigger at the sight of them.“Ronnie,” said George. “These are two of my buddies. This is Tom and this is Warren.”I looked up at them and smiled. I was pleasantly surprised by these two hunks appearing, my cock got harder and harder as I checked them out. This was not lost on George, of course, since he had been feeling my hardon and balls for a while now underneath the. Harry couldn’t take his eyes off her. I was sure he had no idea who she really was. She convinced me in daylight but in candlelight even I wasn’t sure who she was. Everything was perfect, Harry was behaving and the fun was about to start. We had a little script rehearsed, a bit corny but neither of us are writers. We agreed that as far as possible we would stick to the script. Mary kicked it off.“What seems to be the problem?”“Well nurse, I was playing a bedroom game with my husband Harry and.