I called Denise and asked her if I could come over to pick up my racquet. She was on the point of going out and asked if I could come over that evenin...g. I agreed and we arranged that I would go over at seven o’clock. When I rang the doorbell, Denise invited me to come in. Together we searched for my tennis racquet and finally found it where Alice had stuffed it in the back of a closet. The search over, Denise asked me if I would like a beer. We sat in the small living room across from each. Nicely round and juicy I had thought before. Nowhere near as tall as I was. I kept looking up into her face. As I did she reached out and took my head in her hands, still giving me the business verbally, but bringing my head towards her. She pressed my face into her large breasts and I heard her sigh. She changed her tone now. Her voice was low as she began asking me questions. "Go on now, tell me what you were doing. Tell me, Peter. What were you doing to those girls?" I could feel her. Clay had gone to work with a construction company.The firm Clay was with did mostly additions to industrial and commercial buildings and the remodeling of old ones.I showed Clay the factory buildings I owned and told him I wanted to convert them into luxury apartments.Clay had gone to the president of the construction firm he worked for and gotten him interested. Clay then had gotten he and I aquatinted.I negotiated a cost plus contract, backed by my Swiss company. I told Pam that she was in. The hot water of the shower cascading over both of us, you quickly squirt a dollop of the strawberry scented shower gel on my cock, stroking me quickly. You then immediately take my entire shaft into your mouth. You frantically move your wet hot mouth on my shaft, fucking it as did your pussy and ass. Your hand cradles my balls as your tongue swirls in fast circles around my shaft and sensitive head. ‘Make a nice big come load for you to swallow, Susan. I’m close.’ Your mouth continues to take.