Firstly, all the staff had to wear identity badges, usually on a chain around their necks, when they were in the complex buildings. Both Jill and Gwen...had dropped theirs on the security desk as they left. The couple had showed Jill and Gwen some form of identification, but I was sure that it wasn't those badges.Secondly, they'd been waiting for Jill in reception; I figured I was safe in the assumption, because it was her they exclusively spoke to, that internal security would surely have gone. He dick grew hard, knowing that she wanted this; wanted him. "Stand up, Grace." She withdrew herself from him, standing straight, her breathing becoming heavier. He leaned forward to place a kiss against her stomach, his hands coming to the backs of her thighs, slowly traveling up and taking the hem of the dress with him. His hands cupped her ass, squeezing the flesh; pushing her into his mouth. Grace's head fell backwards, her lips parted with a sigh as she buried her fingers in his. " My husband added. And so it was said. The three of these men pumped so much sperm into me over the weekend I thought I would slosh when I walked. Then they went to the club on Tuesday night and came with four older ladies that were having a bachelorette party. Three married and one soon to be and two guys. No one really knew who the guys were. But it did not take long for the ladies to give up their pussies. And my three men made sure they were happy that they did. I was so turned on watching. Our backyard houses one of those wide hammocks that tie to either side of a stand. We assembled it the day you bought it, stashed a few books in a storage bin underneath, and haven’t gone back to it since. ‘It’s time we spend the whole day here,’ you say, already walking toward it. Leaving the blanket from our bed on the grass, you roll into the hammock, wearing only your pajama bottoms. I follow in my nightgown and nuzzle cold feet into your sides. You indicate that you are not impressed. I.