With her left hand my wife was caressing Emily’s left breast and rolling her engorged nipple firmly between her thumb and forefinger. With her right...hand she was lifting the skirt of Emily’s dress slowly up her legs, caressing her inner thighs, her hand moving ever higher. Emily was beginning to writhe on the desk, looking as though she was beginning to lose control of herself, as my wife pulled Emily’s nipple firmly, making it respond to her twisting touch. Slowly, my wife moved her other hand. " Goodbye, George."It sounded final because it was meant to; I wanted his final image of me to be in his rear-view mirror, sandwiched between Wendy and Alicia, each of them with one arm round me while they waved goodbye with the other. I never expected to meet him again. And to date, nor have I; but the business had an interesting and unintended sequel.A few months later a couple of the girls were at my place, sitting around chatting after recovering from a good fucking, and as they idly. More

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