In the shower I just let the water wash over me rivulets cascading down and dripping off my body. I looked down at myself and noticed that I was still... a little aroused. To touch was sensitive but I needed a thorough wash after the seepage I had experienced while in the lift. I squirted some shower gel on to my hand and ran it down the shaft and over the end, drawing back the skin to reveal a slightly swollen glans I noticed I was still dripping precum. It felt so good to run my finger tips over. The owner, Ben, arrived about the same time and led us into his house. He made some drinks and put on some music. We sat around drinking and chatting thinking the others would arrive soon. About an hour passed and the other people never showed up so it was just us three. Ben asked if I liked dancing and if I would like to dance. I told him yes so we began dancing. Several songs passed and we were having so much fun that I had forgotten about my husband. We decided to take a break to get another. Thus, almost as soon as he took his seat he followed the time-honored approach of all ambitious politicians and began casting about for an Issue—a cause currently receiving little attention that could be exploited to excite popular opinion and thereby focus the public eye on his organization, his office, and in particular himself. After a couple of false starts (nobody cared all that much about the minor flaws he found in starship safety, and his attempt to expand research on interstellar. I could feel him moving up over the strap at the ankle and further up towards my knee. If he continued like this he would soon be right between my legs. I couldn’t help spreading them further. There was no point in pretending to try to close the legs. I knew I couldn’t. Also I was getting very excited, and now actually wanted him to proceed faster. But he wanted to go ahead just soooo slow. Finally the tongue had traced its way all the way to my pussylips and I could feel them just.