Lindarubbed my arms as I continued to massage her boobs. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled her up and we kissed slowly and super erotic.Without a...y bother in the world, I yanked off her bum short and as I rightly guessed, she wasn’t wearing any panties. I pulled down my trousers, made her bend on the table belly down. The pussy was staring back at me. I put a finger in to feel her wetness and it was overwhelming.I grabbed my dick and rubbed the tip. It was getting harder, Linda's ass was. She had no animosity against her, of course, but the tiefling’s hellish ancestry stirred slightly in the presence of someone who was so obviously, so entirely, good. But she was a business partner, and thus would be treated cordially. She had for a time continued to keep her own line of work isolated but, a few suggestions here and there by various clients and the occasional close call from the authorities had driven her to band together with those that made a living – and even had a religion –. “What? Why? This pool is AMAZING, DADDY!” Lucy was the only one of us who still called my father “Daddy” and actually meant it non-sarcastically.“Yeah, Daddy?” My big sister added sarcastically “Did you not think this through very well when you said clothing optional? it was an option for old men and their fat wives but not an option for us?”My Dad was about to reply to that question when my sister’s jaw dropped open.You know those old Bud Light Commercials from the 1980s where Van Halen music. After two hours of tossing and turning, she decided to finally get a shower and go into the office early and try to push the nightmare out of her mind through total immersion in her work.Forty seven years old, divorced with a twenty two year old son and a nineteen year old daughter, Kathy Lehrer had worked hard, using her considerable intelligence and skills to attain her present position. Graduating first in her class with a degree in History from West Chester State Teachers' College (now.