“I wonder whether there are any matching panties up here..?” He teased, running one hand up my thigh and under my skirt. I moaned as he stroked me...through the damp fabric. “Excited are we?” He laughed. “Oh god yes!” I giggled. Scott slipped my skirt off within a matter of seconds. He groaned as my g-string came into sight. “You little slut!” he shouted. “Stand up and give me a twirl so I can admire you properly.” I stood up slowly, trying to cover myself with my arms. “How did I land myself. With one hand guiding her head, the other reached for her hand. I found her wrist and pulled it toward me. Her finger stiffened and pressed firmly. I pulled her wrist tighter. As I felt her first knuckle disappear, my cock grew again. She seemed very proud of my response and she pressed in farther. Her mouth on my dick and her finger exploring my ass quickly brewed up the start of my orgasm. I wanted to cum for her and she seemed to know that. Her head lifted up, I forced her back down. Then. He pops open some wine and pours two glasses. Quincy heads towards the bathroom. He passes through their wardrobe room, he stops and undresses. He can see Paige but she doesn’t even notice he is there. Slipping into the water he startles her. She removes the cloth quickly to see who is there. A look of shock on her face at first, the she suddenly smiles seeing him getting into the tub and handing her a glass of wine. Quincy and Paige both sip their glasses of wine while they listen to the rain. These are my favourites, which I always wear myself when I am having sex or wanking so I know all about them. In fact on this particular evening I was feeling quite randy and had put on a black corset and brown stockings under my clothes. The stockings had Havana type heels, the same as those I was wearing. These are the best because they have quite a large reinforced foot and a squared off reinforcement around the heel, not a point, which is more common. She leaned over and knelt on the edge.