STILL I didn't cotton on..... Then, about 15 mins later and Nikki still hadn't reappeared, I got chatting to a couple (can't remember their names) and...I thought it a little over-friendly that the wife put her arm around me and kissed me a few times on the cheek.... And STILL I didn't cotton on!!!!!!Then I became aware that the group of people standing in the middle of the room was parting like the waves.... and on the other side of the lounge, in a large leather armchair, was a blonde woman. “You got that right. Uh, Miss Haley, how old are you?”“Seventeen,” I said. “And it’s ‘mizz’. Married.”“Forgot to tell you that part,” Mister Russ told him. “Deena’s a year younger. Haley, tell ‘im what you flew for your private test.”I smiled. “Restored Stearman with a 275 Jake,” I said.“That explains the taildragger skills. I used to keep an old Cessna 170 here. Now it stays over at the parish airport.”“Nice strip, though,” I stated.“Look, I hate to cut things short, folks, but I need those. It didn’t take her long, till she couldn’t withstand his touch and started to rock her hips gently back and forth, making her pussy lips slowly part. Erik moaned as he could see the pink wet flesh of her pussy. He took a deep breath, groaning in anticipation to taste her again. They haven’t felt, touched, kissed and tasted each other over half a year, but he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to take his time, pleasuring her as much as possible. ‘Please,’ Teresa whispered softly. He had to. Stacy is back. She’s in pink 6 inch heels. The straps crisscross themselves and are tied just below the knee. She is holding a champagne bucket with a chilled bottle in the one hand and two flutes in the other. “I’m filling the hot tub. It won’t take long. It’ll shut off automatically. Care for a little wine?” “Umm Stacy? Who else lives here?” I stand to greet her as I ask. Bt this point I am feeling a little unnerved.“This is my parents home. I occupy the basement with a roommate across.