I went in, closed her front door and walked through to the kitchen. A glass of red wine was waiting for me on the side and she turned from her hob to ...mile at me. ‘Love the trousers! I must pay you too much.’ She was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a pale blue cotton button down, sleeves rolled up. Her hair was deliciously awry, her eyes sparkling. She lifted a glass to her lips and smiled at me over the rim. ‘I hope you’ve got a nightdress in that bag?’ I got no chance to answer. She. “What can I do you for?” His eyes were on Belinda, all over her, undressing her. Don Juan crossed to the counter and pushed a thick roll of notes to the man. “You can do everything you suggest you can do in your promotional material, and I will be happy.” The man grinned as he took the roll of notes. “It’s you,” he pointed at Don Juan. “Mr Big. Oh yeah!” He looked at Belinda again and drew his breath through his shining white teeth. “My, my! You’re for real! What sweet fucking pleasure this. My parents had left for the night and I forgot my keys. We got into the house, and looked to see if her mom was home. All alone, Rose for the first time, stripped down and walked to the bath room. I was so enjoying this, that I stripped down and followed her. We hung our clothes up to dry, and Rose got a bathrobes. We sat on the couch, and talked a bit. Rose asked me if my stick was hard, and I showed her it. Rose asked to touch it, and said please do. Slowly she leaned out, and touched my. ‘You bitch,’ Colleen whispered, ‘what if someone…wanders…mmmmmmmm…’ She trailed off has Katie pulled the panties aside and slipped two thin fingers into Colleen’s rapidly moistening pussy. It occurred to me that Colleen had a good point. I hastily scrawled ‘Meeting in progress – Do not disturb’ on a piece of paper, taped it to the outside of the door, then closed and locked it. It wasn’t uncommon for meetings to take over the lunch room when all of the conference rooms were full, so the ruse.