We almost fell out of our chairs.The dress was exceedingly short with an open bodice. The ruffled lace hem did not hide her lower moons, nor did it hi...de much in front. Were it not for the white apron, we could have easily seen her pussy. The tiny apron just barely hid her cleft, coming just below the juncture of her thighs. She wore wide-pattern fish net stockings and a pair of five-inch heels. The waist pinched in tight and flared to the bust line. The wired top cupped her breasts, presenting. In defense, my stomach produced an entire drum solo."What is that wonderful smell?" Karjalanpaisti," (hot pot) she said, "Beef, pork and lamb hot pot, served with mashed potato and lingonberry jam, but first we have leipäjuusto (bread cheese) Oven-cooked cheese that squeaks when you bite into it, hot with cloudberry jam."More drum solo. My body knew.Stepmom carried in the cheese on a polished walnut plank and laid it on the table in front of me. The pot of hot cloudberry jam was orange and. I’d paid my deposit fee and then I was shown into Miss Donna’s office, or studio. In fact there was a massage bed in there but I wasn’t going to have that obviously – I’m strictly look-don’t-touch.Having seen how lovely and bosomy Miss Donna was, I was already erect, the prong sticking out the front of my wank-trousers as I waited breathlessly for Miss Donna to arrive. When She did She stood outside Her door saying there’d been a mistake – I’d asked to ‘see poses’. She wanted to give me my. She turned, smiling, knelt on the floor and spread her arse cheeks open. Her cunt was glistening in the pale lamplight, her juices almost dripping.I quickly threw my dressing gown to the sofa, slid a condom on, and kneeled behind her. I bent down to lick those warm, wet juices, then slid two fingers straight inside to the knuckle. She gasped and wriggled her big round arse as I pushed my fingers quickly in and out.She gasped and moaned, and I soon replaced my fingers with my raging cock. I.