She studiously avoided looking at me as she wiped the table off with a damp cloth. She was stopped as she started back to the kitchen. Mrs. Porter sai..., "Susan! Wait."Susan turned back. Mrs. Porter smiled and asked, "This sort of dinner theater still bothers you, doesn't it, dear?"Susan suddenly looked terrified. It was obvious that she was trying desperately to think of some way to answer the question without getting in trouble while still giving an honest answer. Finally she said, "I'm sorry,. I got in, she closed the door.She: Like what you see?Me: Well…… do you even need to ask that question?She (now smiling): Well…. Today is the day you will never forget in your life.Me (making a poker face): huh…. and why is that?She: I have bought some new lingerie and I am gonna try then for youMe: that sounds great.She(winking): But you only get to see and don’t get to touch anything.Then she opened her netted covering and showed me her red lingerie. She was looking some kind of greek goddess. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but he couldn’t stop himself. Melissa opened her eyes and looked at him for a few terribly long moments. Then she nodded slightly and leaned forward. Mitch put his arms around her and she moved against him. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. His throat tightened and his cock leapt in his pants, but he kept holding her. Melissa wasn’t sure she should be doing this, even though it felt awfully good. Things were happening inside her, things she. As Ben approached I slid back on the table so that he would have to lay on top of me in a missionary position. Ben stopped in his tracks, cock still in hand, and said, “Why did you move back? Now I have to climb up on the table.” “Exactly” I replied, “and if you want it that bad that is what you will have to do.” Ben stopped stroking for a minute and it was obvious that he was deep in thought. Paul seemed to be losing patience and started to walk back towards me to take his turn again. Just.