I opened it."Pyx," I said. "You don't need to knock. If we want you out, we'd have our door closed and locked."The blonde looked on the verge of tears... "I know, sir. I'm sorry." Hey, hey! No big deal. I just want you to feel at home."Come in. Have some breakfast."After such a heavy dinner, I had ordered a light breakfast. Some coffee, juice, fresh fruit, and pastry.Pyx approached the dining table. "Is Vonda here?" No. She left to work at the front desk, a couple hours ago."The novice looked. About three years passed when late one evening I was at home when I received a text on my mobile. It was Linda who had returned to England and now lived just a few miles from my house. Linda asked if I could drop in when I had time and gave me her address. I replied that I would love to see her and we arranged to meet at her house.The first few meetings went quietly, her young son was always there and she gave me no hints of what was to come. We would normally just sit in her kitchen drink tea. She was groaning now, mashing her tit into my face. I ran my hand down to her pussy. As my fingers crossed her mound, she obligingly spread her legs to give me access. Even through the dual layers of tights and leotard, I could feel the liquid proof of her excitement; she had soaked the crotch of both garments. Her outfit was wet enough that I was easily able to spread her lips through the material and find her clit. Just like her mons, it was large and prominent. I strummed it with my index. As we were kissing passionately, Tom began unbuttoning my blouse. Then he leaned over to kiss and suck my hard nipples. Edna unzipped his pants and took out his throbbing nice dick.I slid my hand down to join hers in toying with Tom's manhood. While she gently cupped his balls, I ran my fingers up and down the shaft. Then he slid his hand down to my thigh and reached up under my skirt. His fingers quickly found my open wet pussy lips. I spread my legs wider for him. Soon I felt Edna's lips join.