I got a nice look down her top and saw a small perky set of tits. I asked her if she had panties on today and she said yes-black ones. It seemed lik...e a longer walk than usual but we were there in no time.I offered them a drink and they sat on the couch waiting for what was next. I sat opposite in my favorite chair and told them to start kissing each other and for Ted to play with his wife’s tits showing me what I was about to enjoy. They kissed and Ted lifted up her top and she did indeed. I hadn't yet made it far enough, I told them, to even hope someday to be a "has-been." It remained to be seen, I told them, whether I might end up being one of the "never-weres." It still wasn't clear whether I had really made it, or whether this year, once again, I was going to be just a management afterthought -- here today, gone tomorrow, and maybe -- this time -- gone for good.But even if I was sent down next month, I told the Boosters, I would be OK with it, because Paul Warren, unlike all. She did so and we started kissing all of the sudden we were laying down on the couch kissing each other and I knew it was time, I took my hand out it under her skirt push down her panties "I could tell she was horny her panties were soaking" after I took her panties off I slide my fingers from her ankles all the way up to her pussy and I could feel her body tense up, I removed her blouse and bra and started playing with her nipples.After some kissing, I started kissing her neck and slowly. Hers tastes were exactly like my own, sweet and feminine, pinks and creams, glossy stockings and hold-ups, beautiful suspender belts and chemises, satin and lace, bows and lace-up bustiers, baby-dolls and heels.Peeking through the fancy lattice of the wardrobe door, my eyes greedily feast on Casey and Wendy. Their pretty heads locked tight into each other's aching pussy, both totally oblivious to the rest of the world as the sounds of slurping echo around the room.I could reach out and caress.