She was well aware that her entire wardrobe had consisted of blacks and grays, except for the white blouses she wore at the bank. It had been that way...for as long as she could remember.“You look good,” he said, not answering her question.“That’s not flirting ... is it?” she asked, a tiny smile at the corners of her lips.“When you’re ready for me to flirt with you, just let me know,” said Bobby. “Then you’ll know what flirting is like.”“I know what flirting is like,” she said, folding her arms. But… you can stop me if you like.” I was confused, I said, “Why would I stop you, you can call who you like.” She took a couple of steps closer and as she did, she took off a small jacket she had on. Her eyes were fixed to mine; she had never looked at me like that. Her smile got wider and she said, “Well… I’m about to call… Graham.” I was still confused, I said, “Graham!” She stepped closer, she turned sideways and placed the phone onto the bed and she placed one leg on the bed and rolled. “Kelly’s pussy is so fucking wet!” Wendy leaned closer to Doug. “If I could get away with it, I’d get on my knees right now and lick her pussy!” The vision quickened his heart.Wendy ran her finger all over Kelly’s pussy, from her clit to her dripping hole. She could feel Kelly meet every thrust of her fingers and kept going. “I’m fingering Wendy and I like it too,” she whispered to her husband.Every few strokes, she’d re-wet her clit, making Kelly’s body jerk. “I think I’ve got a chance to make. I walked in and started taking my clothes off. One by one, each article fell to the floor until I was standing there in nothing but a smile. I went over to Rachel and straddled her tan body and leaned over, my breasts falling on top of hers. I tilted her head back and started to kiss her. She was a great kisser. Her tongue swirled around mine and it was as if our mouths were made for each other. I felt a hand on my ass, Roger had gotten behind us. He had one hand focused on my pussy and one on.
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