How about it babe, how would you like some of this?’ He was pulling the zipper down and fumbling for his cock. I ran home. ‘What’s this?’ Mom ...as not her best in the mornings and she was swaying a little as she stood at the end of my bed holding the dress that I wore last night. ‘It looks like you’ve seen sense at last and decided that there’s more money in sex that selling those dumb dresses.’ ‘It was not like that at all, Amber from work and I just went to a club last night, nothing happened. Little Tom go back home?’‘Wait’She looked at it as if examining it for a bit. She came closer and this was the perfect position because she was kneeling on my bed and I was standing at the edge. When she got close enough she reached out and touched it, she run her ne finger along the base then traced a line to the head. She then finally wrapped all her fingers around it. It was then I realised what small hands she had, they just managed to wrap around. This added to a sort of squeezing. Stockton, a Learjet to take me to Houston International, and a Bell Jet Ranger to ferry me from IAH to Exxon tower. I was in the board room about 20 minutes after arriving in Houston. I was seated on one side of a long table. I was given a glass of water and the diminutive red head with the dynamite figure asked me if I wanted anything else."Yes, but I don't think it's on the menu" I replied with my best Groucho Marx eyebrow lift impression. She blushed and I could see goose bumps on her arms.. The three rolled over and lay still for several minutes until their breath returned to them. The evening continued in this fashion into the early hours of the following morning. There was hot sex, pleasant conversation, good food, and interludes in the showers, spas, and pools of the estate. No sexual fantasy was left unplayed. Males and females alike cast aside their inhibitions and abandoned themselves to the overwhelming current of sensual lust which flooded the house. Men fucked and sucked.