Isabel swallowed hard and called back. "I'm fine honey, just needed to dash up for a pee as soon as I got in." Okay." She heard Jane say. "You just so...unded like you were in pain or something."Again Isabel's face flushed, she had in the past always made sure she was alone in the house before turning to her needs. Suddenly her pussy started throbbing again as she thought of Jane hearing her masturbate. But this time the need was not as insistent and she shouted out to Jane. "Make your mom a cup. As they drove around, Betsy learned more about him. After the Air Force, Doug had attended Denver University and majored in business courses, then decided he wasn’t ready to settle down and become a ‘Suit’. When this job was posted, it seemed to be exactly what he wanted. Driving her uncle had given him many opportunities to listen to business talk and he was savvy about investments and corporate affairs. Betsy had never found anyone who enjoyed business talk as much as she did. Now they shared. The signal could be directed at either the marital apartment or – from the time before their marriage – to what had been Christine’s separate room situated closer to the reception area. This room she had never surrendered. As her marriage to Gerd from an unpromising beginning progressively deteriorated, Christine had practically moved back into her room.The argument tonight between her and Gerd was triggered by his going out again. As he returned “mostly late and always drunk” -as she put it -. Flare stood in front of me, his dick floating only inches from my face. Mr. Grizwell's standing at attention and rubbing my arm. "Remove your uniform." Mr. Grizwell demanded as Mr. Flare placed my hand on his swollen dick. I could feel myself getting wet and I considered the possibility of me fucking these two old men. Mr. Grizwell had just went through a divorce and Mr. Flare still lived with his mother. A wave of pity passed through me and I tugged off my skirt, leaving my socks and panties.