Could I do that? Did I want to? All of a sudden I was getting cold feet on the oral sex bit. If Bill were to cum in my mouth the way he came earlier I... would surely not be able to swallow the volume of it, nor did I really want to revel in the taste of it. I didn't really know what it tasted like. A drop on my tongue was one thing. A juice glass full of it?... Ewwww! Suppose it made me want to vomit? But, suppose my passion for Bill made me not care about any of this and I would really want to. She was stunning. She was also Wilma’s boss. An absolute bitch of a boss and despite that…Wilma was in love with her. Wilma watched her through the floor to ceiling glass window to Goodhead’s office. Goodhead sat behind the desk, talking and laughing on the phone. Wilma realised she was feeling hot. A tiny bead of perspiration trickled and tickled down her inner thigh. Wilma parted her legs slightly, her hand slipped beneath her short skirt to wipe it away. Her fingers brushed the silk of her. I think she liked it." That bad boy grin flashed across his face. "You should have seen her yesterday. She could not have looked more mousy even if she tried. Granny pants and a jog bra! But I think we are going to change all that! Isn't she gorgeous?" "Granny pants and job bra? How do you know that?" Vicky felt her pussy get just a little damp knowing that Sean had seen that much, and maybe more. "Oh, you know, she offered to be my model for what would fit you, and then one thing led to. I eased them apart to allow entry for my fingers, and I dipped into her.Her sighs changed, now she was moaning softly with her arms around my shoulders. Slowly I worked at her pussy, the wetness increasing in response. One moment, I dipped in, then would move to caress her clit, before dipping back again. Now I could feel her clit had grown.I reached my free hand, took her arms from my shoulders, and guided her hands to her breasts.I lowered my head down her body, my mouth to her pussy. My.