Helen asked if I would like a Long Island Ice Tea, as lunch wouldn't be ready for about half an hour. As we sat, sipped of drinks, and talked, I notic...d that Jill was looking at me in a very, for lack of a better word, friendly way. Helen finally said that lunch should be read and would we help her bring things out to the table. We all helped and sat down to a very nice lunch. We of course chatted over lunch about various things, husbands, children, etc. It turns out thatJill has never been. Keith also noted rather quietly to himself the cute little landing strip of pubic hair she had between her legs. This landing strip ended atop a clit that seemed to stick out somewhat like Gemma’s one did - not quite as much though but it was still out there all the same for all the world to see as were the inner pussy lips further down. Those inner pussy lips hung out from her outer pussy lips and splayed out across that soft flesh in as care free a fashion as was possible.“So, what is it you. She leaned over to kiss me gently and I reached back and caught her hand, carefully easing away from Jasmine who made little complaining noises in her sleep."I need to go..." she whispered, "and I need some coffee." I love you," I whispered back, "I think Jasmine needs to wake up with me still here, though."She smiled, "of course. But if you don't let me go, there's likely to be an accident..."I released her and turned back to Jasmine, who sighed as I spooned up to her again, and began gently. We smiled at each other for a couple of seconds as we caught our breath. And then Paul said, “Damn boss man that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”“Me too Babe, me too,” I laughed, “But next time we need to be a tad quieter.”Then bang, bang on the locked door. “Open this fucking door, David,” Mr. Jackson screamed, “What the hell is going on in there?”Paul and I froze. Then I whispered, “Get dressed as fast as you can Paul but be quiet.” “Hold on Mr. Jackson, I’m coming,” I shouted. I had to laugh.