She was looking at her old High School Yearbook, 1999, the year she graduated. She remembered her grad dance. She had needed all the powers of persuas...on to convince her mother to let her buy the yellow dress. He mother was convinced it was too ‘sexy’. She was, of course, right. It was cut low in the front, allowing the maximum display of cleavage. Its hem was just above the knee, but a slit up the right side of the skirt traveled dangerously high. She looked at the nearly four year old picture. You know you can come any time you like. I am on compassionate leave from work just now but maybe when I have to go back? For example, I would feel happier if I knew there would be someone round, so Jenny was not all alone..." When do they want you back?" When I called Chris Parker, three weeks was spoken of. That's up a week on Monday"."Why don't we come over this weekend, just for the day? We could stay in a hotel locally so we are not on top of you both and then we can ask Jenny if she would. Then she guided my hands down her thighs and slowly started to lift her mini skirt up with my hands.I looked down to take a good look at her ass,it was soaked from all the foam so i rubbed it a little and ran my hands from ther down her thighs and on the way back up I just teased her sopping wet pussy with my two middle fingers for a few seconds and started this all over again,only the second time she wouldn't let my hand move from her pussy.She started to writhe on my hand as she reached. There was a large desk in one corner opposite the king-sized bed. On the bed there were several belts, what I took to be a riding crop, several dildos and what had to be a butt-plug.So this was the playroom, I thought, as my dick woke up and yawned in my $400 slacks.The couple embraced and then kissed for a long time. When it ended, Sylvie appeared slightly dazed, at the very least somewhat disorganized and her husband slowly stripped her clothing away, tossing it to the floor with no regard.