“That was awesome!” he said“I want you to see what you did. Look at my pussy now” I told himHe sat up and looked as I spread my legs.“I can ...see my sperm dripping from your pussy. It is so sexy!”“Good! Now let me suck your cock because we are going to fuck again!”He knelt by my face and I sucked his cock and could taste my pussy and his cum mixed together. His cock started to get hard again and he moaned. I felt his hand begin to rub my pussy again. His cock recovered quickly.“This time I want. .. the hard way. Okay?” I emptied my cup.She nodded again. “That sounds to be exactly as I want it.”In my workshop, I waved at the bench, which had an untidy litter of items on it.“First, don’t do as I do, do as I say. I’m a bit lazy and messy,” I said, racking several items and inspecting one or two before consigning them to the bin, then sweeping the rest with a soft brush into a dust-pan.“In fact, very lazy. When it’s just me, it doesn’t matter too much. Tidy is safe. I want you to be safe.. Dinner was interesting to say the least sexual tension was in the air Tom seemed hypnotised by the view in front of him as Anne mildly flirted with him over the evening, giving him a slightly longer than normal goodnight kiss before he left. I found out from Anne she felt a promising erection pressing against her as they kissed.Two weeks later Tom got another invite for dinner finding out when he arrived that I'd had to go to Sydney on business and probably wouldn't arrive home until late at. She turned and stood, slowly, revealing first one exquisite breast, and then another. When she’d come to be fully standing, she thumbed at her tight cotton shorts, and slowly peeled them away from her hips, sliding them down towards the floor, rocking and undulating those hips as she did. In a moment, the shorts hit the carpet, and Mrs. Larson stood before him clad in naught but a tiny red thong, made of some shiny material or other, probably silk. She swayed and danced there for a moment, just.