" Do you also know about her plans?" Not in detail, but I think I've got the general idea."She stepped up to me; unceremoniously she raised her skirt ...and whispered: "Feel how wet she has just made me."Her thin panties were soaked through."Take me into the archive and fuck me. Right now! God, she is a horny woman. I can hardly wait for Monday. Come, Erik, I need you to fuck me. I need it badly."There was absolutely no finesse about it. We had hardly locked the door behind us, when she reached. Sure I said, as we walked to the cleared living room.We were dancing "politely," that is nothing too close, when I noticed one of the men ask Ellen to dance. Looking at me for permission, I nodded, as he took her hand and led her to the dance area.As the song was winding down, Liz asked if I would care for a tour of the place."Thank you," I said and off we went.We had the obligatory tour of the kitchen, den, and spare bedrooms and ended in the master bedroom. Looking at the over sized bed, Liz. She coyly raised the covers to sneak a last peak before attempting to depart. Her lady parts still on fire from being touched, she felt a bit adventurous and decided to give it a quick feel. she grasped the thick 8incher and moved it up and down feeling naughty about her behavior, but also quite satisfied. Jeremy let out a moan from what appeared to her as a dream state and Victoria enjoyed the guttural moan. She gave a few more strokes and removed her hand hoping to leave before having to. He looked as if he was old enough to be in college, plus he was dressed about a preppie as you could get. He was wearing madras shorts with a matching, solid polo shirt. His sockless feet were clad in a pair of deck shoes. "Please, call me Freddie," the young man said as he stuck out his hand. "Hi, Freddie," said Helen, taking his hand. He didn't so much shake her hand as give it a couple of gentle squeezes. He had his father's good looks minus the excess weight. She could tell from his.