My loving husband was a bit tired and stressed to come with me; so he decided to stay at home and wished me luck and enjoy party.The celebration was n...ce and after midnight, Jim, one of my nice coworkers, a very king and lovely black guy, offered to take me home; since I had taken many margaritas and could not drive for sure…But Jim also had enjoyed too many glasses of a nice Irish whisky; so we finally called a taxi. He would drop me at home in the way.After a couple minutes inside the taxi,. The music ended and the women came over and sat down.I told them that Harry and Sally went back to the hotel. Lena jumped into my lap and kissed me. "I've wanted to do that all evening," she said.She reached over and tugged Susan to me. She too kissed me passionately. "Et tu Brute?" I asked in my rotten Latin."Oh John, it is so hard to not show you attention. I hope the office situation isn't this bad," Susan said."That's why he's having the apartment built. So we can get behind closed doors,". ’ He said this blankly, in the tone of a man who killed for a people for a living, because that is, in fact, what he did. For some odd reason, she found herself incredibly turned on by this. This assassin, this murderer, this MAN, who travelled the dusty roads from town to town killing people, wanted to bed her. Again, the familiar wetness crept down her thighs. Her undergarmets were horribly soaked. The travelling killer, known as Dean, must’ve picked up on this, as he turned to her, and. I reached forward and tucked it into the side of her panties. I didn't stick it down the front in her bush like I would with a real topless dancer because I thought Mom might object."I like this!" Mom laughed. "How do I get more?"When Mom had moved her hips back while keeping her hands on my shoulders, it had caused her to bend over more at the waist. From my seat I could look directly down the cleavage of her knotted blouse. Her tits were swaying back and forth. Either the friction against the.