I was getting a hard-on just looking at those gorgeous boobs and large nipples. Betty finally shows up and I am positioned in the bathroom. I want to ...hear it all. They start with the usual light conversation, Very soon they are giggling and getting to the second glass of wine quick. I cannot see anything but can certainly hear what is going on. Pretty soon off comes the blouses, and to my surprise they both are complimenting each other on their boobs nipples, and bras. Next I’m really. ”“Show me, Sybil. I’ve got to see your pussy.”“I’m wet too, Joe Don, and I’ll get your desk wet.”“Do it Sybil, sit on my desk with your pussy wet and I’ll lick the wet spot when you get up.”“OH MY GOD! That sounds like something Mary Ellen would say ... here goes.”She looked over her shoulder at the doorway, then stood real quick to hike her skirt up over her hips, before sitting down real quick with her naked, milk white buttocks on my desk. I barely got a glimpse of her thighs and her patch. Brian was willing to let me go out with another guy but he wanted me to pretend to be someone else. Well, our marriage was almost shot anyway. What difference did it make? Besides, if I didn't like the guy I could always bail out.When I got out of the shower, Brian had already laid out one of my best outfits, not supper sexy but low cut. I quickly dressed, opting at the last minute for heels rather than flats. As I came down the stairs, my son asked where I was going. I started to stammer but. Any questions would be answered and then a new model would appear and the whole process would start all over again. After about one hour Tanya said that they would be taking a fifteen minute break and then would bring on the "special" items. I made small talk with some of my friends, got a glass of wine and returned to my seat; things had certainly taken a turn for the better. Seeing these young girls in the skimpy underwear had made me a little damp and creamy in my silk panties, and although.