When I walked through the door just before five, Sylvia was waiting. "Is there any reason we can't take another look at the A1 building tomorrow?" Non...e that I can think of," I replied."Good, I have made us an appointment, 1PM." she said."We should be able to do that no problem," I suggested.Sylvia was in a rush to leave, so I assumed that she and Peter were doing something. I really didn't want to know what they were up to. It was none of my business, so I set my mind to other things.I went. He was starting to get used to seeing Janet and Sara dressed in the provocative outfits, but the sheer volume of exposed flesh on display at dinner had him stealing surreptitious glances, especially at one very well endowed redhead at the next table. In spite of the blowjob Janet had given him, his cock was proudly erect as it jutted from his briefs. As he stole a look around, he noticed that all the other men were in a similar state.Janet had no such inhibitions. She was in awe at the sight of. Not that his cock cared. It swelled up and let the wet membrane engulf it.Bab sat down as if the bubble was a space hopper. The edges looked a little softer and gloopier for this bubble. The colour, drab brown, also wasn't in keeping with the vivid dayglo hues of the previous bubbles.The other bubbles had smelt of sweet candy, Jackson thought. Maybe this one was supposed to be chocolate.It did not smell like chocolate.Bab sat and wriggled her ass. Jackson thought she was about to get her. Only you. Your hands move to my stomach, running across the trail of hair that leads to my groin. Your hands lightly intertwine with the small hairs, pulling them slightly and moving to the sides of my stomach, across my waist. Small red lines begin to form as your fingertips begin to drag across my skin back to my ‘happy trail’, and I only inhale sharply again. Your hands find their way on my pants button and zipper, a grin appears on your face as I feel your hands go to work. The joints in.