We live in Bristol and my work takes me to central London about once a month, It was the weekend of Kate’s birthday and I had managed to get my empl...yer to pay for my wife to come with me to London, the Friday I would be working until 8.30pm and the plan was to meet Kate in the hotel bar and have dinner together and then spend the rest of the weekend celebrating her birthday, taking in a west end show and some of the sights.I arrived back at the hotel to find my wife sat at the bar talking to. Since her panties were nothing more than a g-string with a very loose knot tied right up against her cunt, she was almost as ready for action as her friend Julie.Before we reached Lorelei's house, I had found out just how ready for action April was. As Julie drove, April and I made out in the back seat, rubbing our bodies together and kissing wildly. I undid the front hook of her bra so I could suck on her hard nipples and, before long, she had my pants open and her hand around my cock, jerking. Of breasts. Of a belly. Of legs. Of an ass. Of shoulders and a neck. Of feet. The flesh of a body, and images of touch and of taste. The dark. Some enjoy sexual exploration more in the dark, afraid to show their flesh in broad daylight. Afraid of judgment , with ripples, wrinkles, scars, discolorations all visible. Some like the dark and the mystery of blind touch. Of finding and not finding. Hit and miss. Of feeling a hot moist breath of air land suddenly on a hot and wet and waiting pussy, as. How though, she wondered, as her mum was so resistant?Katie was at home and lying on her bed propped up on a pillow with her school dress on the chair and her legs apart and her hand resting on her pussy when her phone beeped. She picked it up and saw there was a message from Marion. ‘I learned so much from you and know I am a bad mum and need to be taught to be more responsible. Can you help me again? Gemma is away overnight Tuesday next week. Would you come and deal with me again and scold me.