Rick cupped my breast with his hand and gently squeezed it, trying to catch the teat between his finger and thumb.I kissed my son, passionately, Frenc... kissing him. He opened the front of my jeans and slid his hand inside, cupping my pussy. He felt the wet lips of my cunt, through my panties and slowly traced his fingers along its swollen lips."Let's get rid of our clothes." I broke his hug and moved down from the bed to remove my clothes.Rick jumped from the bed. With a lightening speed he. "Sorry," Roger said. "we still get carried away at times. Right this way to dinner."When they entered the dining room, Tom immediately noticed that it held a different table than it had last week. Instead of being straight, this table was curved. The males were on the inner (short) radius, and the females were on the outer (long) radius of the table.Roger assumed his position at the head of the table with Amber on his left on the outside, and George on his right on the inside. Tom sat at the. The women had, with Vox, spent some time coming up with outfits that were pushing the limits of sexy professional, but not club wear.Paul had things simpler, in that a well-cut suit would cover any office seduction in which he would be involved. He wore a conventional, appropriately navy blue, suit. Paul and George were unaware that the Others had enhanced their sexual appeal to women.Margaret also was in dark blue, with a soft white sweater underneath. Her pencil skirt was tight and buttoned.. ‘Well, I’ve imposed on you folks longer than is polite. I should be moving on now.’ ‘Do you play golf?’ Peter asked. ‘Some.’ ‘Fancy a round tomorrow?’ ‘Thanks, but no. I fancy a run more and Emma has agreed to show me some trails nearby. Perhaps next weekend?’ ‘I may be away on business,’ Peter said, ‘but let’s be sure to arrange something before the summer disappears on us.’ The two men shook hands and then Derek turned to Emma. ‘Thank you for a very lovely evening.’ He leaned forward,.