It must be in our genes.' Belinda laughed and at that Lena ushered thepair of gorgeously gowned people into 'her' spacious drawing room. There,in fron... of a warm log fire was a low table set with drinks and nibbles,ready for whatever was to come.Jenny sat down on an elegant chaise lounge at one side and Belindagracefully reclined on a matching chaise lounge opposite 'her'. Lenabusied 'herself fixing drinks and then, with an exquisite shirring rustleof her elegant fabrics brushing against 'her'. Click, click, click, click, went her 5-inch heels. She felt the uniform (probably one size too small,) pulling tight around her thighs, making the suspender bumps clearly visible to anyone who cared to look.She thought about the interview. It made her hot and flustered. She thought about her husband. She felt a pang of guilt. The previous days’ meeting was not what she’d been expecting. Actually it was anything but. But she couldn’t say she hadn’t enjoyed it. Maybe she enjoyed it rather more. I suppose I should have expected it, but actually at first he was a little miffed.“Damn, sis, you mean I did all that for nothing?” he said querulously. “I mean, I could have gone to jail over the Tremaine business!”In fact it was pretty much for nothing; Hugo hasn’t had to show his ID once since he’s had it. But the sense of ease it’s given me has been huge, I would have had my heart in my mouth any time we’d gone anywhere. And maybe in an odd way it helped bring Irving into the fold. I. I was still coming down from the intensity of my orgasm when I felt Paige’s weight on top of me. She was slowly sliding up my body until I felt her wet lips pressing against mine. My eyes refocused, my mouth opened to greet her tongue and taste my own juices. Our bodies were slightly writhing together as we kissed deeper, my hands on her ass.“Fuck that’s hot.” Daddy had kind of been forgotten about as I lapped up my cum from his daughter’s face but that one whisper brought him, and his raging.