“Having a look at my bum, are you?” she asked with a slight English accent. Having been caught in the act, Steve was almost at a loss for words. ...��I’m sorry about that, ma’am; I meant no disrespect. It’s a guy thing,” he answered sheepishly. “Yes, I know; you young lads always like looking girls over, always get a stiffee when you see a pair of knickers, don’t you?” “Young lads?” Steve thought. Hell he was 37, so that’s not so young. “Most of us appreciate a good looking woman and sometimes. To my horror she invited her back to watch her continue to sit on me and I realised M had agreed. I started to plead with her not to do this and she made it plain that unless I could get her off me it was going to happen.In the 10 minutes it took M to arrive I tried to beg J not to let her watch but every time she cut me off by lifting about a foot off me and dropping her butt down on me very hard. Soon we heard M come in through the back door and as she entered the room she exclaimed, "Oh my. I have my left arm around your shoulder, and although people are coming through the door, we don’t look up, we have our backs to them and it’s our private spot. I lean over to whisper, breathing hard and wet into your ear, making you squirm “Let me see more” and you lean forward and your top falls forward and you pull it down a little with your left hand while your right is still making figure 8’s on my thigh – making my dick jump convulsively. “show it to me” you put your hand down. I opened my mouth and pressed my tounge against her lips. She parted them and let my tounge in. She pulled back after about 40 seconds and just looked at me. I looked back at her and saw something different in her eyes. I couldnt describe it but I knew I liked it. Then I realized it was hunger. Not the normal hunger but a primal one. One that could only be related to one thing: sex. As if she read my mind, she stood up and reached out her hand. I took it and she led me up to her room. All the.