It hurt at first. She found it demeaning, annoying and frustrating to wonder who, sitting around her table at a dinner party for instance, was being s...hagged by her husband, or which one of this week’s cast was he putting up in a hotel away from the rest so he could pop round for ‘afternoon matinees.’ After a period of heartache, she gradually came to accept that was just how things were in upper class London. What was good for the goose was good for the gander, she eventually decided,. So, why not? I sat back and let my knees fall open. My skirt d****d low against my thighs. "Ok, what do we do?" You just enjoy," she said, smiling at me as her hands touched my knees, then climbed the inside of my thighs. The intensity of the feeling surprised me! She felt my breasts through my shirt for a second then caressed under my thighs a little, teasing around the edges of my panties.That was minutes ago. Now her mouth was fully on my clit, the soft warm swirl of her tongue making waves. At best, most people would consider seaweed a beach nuisance, black detritus that piled up neatly at the high tide line and interfered with paddleball and made the air stinky for sunbathers. But here it was, providing shelter for life, growing and regrowing year after year. I felt bad cutting them, until I realized that this was yet another way they could provide for others. The labor of years upon years, never complaining when they were harvested.I continued at it, though my strength was. “How’s this?” He asks, referring to a chord change. I am speechless. His voice alone gets me so hot. I say nothing. Our eyes lock and I can feel his energy pull into the mood. He stands straight and tall and looks down at me knowingly. My choice to not wear a bra today has noticeably been catching his attention all day. I know he has been trying to be discrete about it, but he certainly isn’t trying to be anymore. I let him stare at my nipples, clearly distinguishable through my shirt, and bite.