Martha suggested, "Let's get our jammies." We did, Martha slipping into a pair of pale blue pajamas while I donned a thin sweatshirt and jockey shorts..., in which I usually slept. As we changed clothing Martha warned me, "I told Ronnie you'd be sleeping on the sofa in the living room. Let's just let her keep thinking that. Understand?"But as we were putting away the leftovers, Martha said she wouldn't be able to sleep. "I'll make coffee," she said.I said, "Coffee? At one A.M.?" Yes," she said. I knew that not to be true but having seen Gary’s dick if she was doing a comparison then what she is seeing is certainly something else, she was totally mesmerised and being high didn’t help, I stood there letting her look for as long as she wants but after what seemed like an eternity I looked up at the sky noticing it start to cloud over, “Maybe we should go inside” I suggested not because of the rain but more in case her father got home early and went for a look through her panty draw, I. Yesterday, over a drink in the Lamb Tavern, where incidentally I had the pleasure of seeing your delightfully and splendidly less conventionally clothed self, I agreed with Wilkins that our two firms should merge as of pretty well immediate effect."Veronica froze with horror and her heart started to work overtime. Sweat appeared on her brow and her head reeled dizzily. She had actually been seen by her boss in that ghastly outfit - or lack of an outfit by that time! What was the man playing at?. Her new underwear was pulled into her labia. Joan asked me to unbutton the rest of the corset. I reached over her back and undid the buttons one by one. The corset fell open and Joan cupped it to her breasts. Bob and Jim were mesmerized. Their erections starting to throb. Joan stood up and unzipped her skirt and lowered it to just the top of her mound. She twirled around showing off for her new lovers and me. Joan's breathing was shallow as she asked me to take her corset off. She let the.