She told to get started. I removed the orange saree she was in a tight orange blouse. The boobs were so well shaped that my hands were moving towards ...it automatically. I controlled my self. I was getting hard. So I told her that I am coming in a min and moved to another room. I took my tool in my hand it was burning. I never felt like this before. Just about I was moving towards the bed room I saw her standing in front of me in that that position in which I left her. I was speechless; she told. “Hi back!” she grinned.“Glad to see you brought your suit this time.”“Like it?”“Yowza,” I replied, looking her up and down.“See you outside,” she said, grabbing a bottle of wine and walking away._______________________I joined them out at the pool a few minutes later. Looking up, I could see the thunderstorm moving closer. A long, deep rumble rolled off in the distance. It was shaping up to be a doozy.They were both sitting on the pool steps, swirling their feet in the water like kids. My. Monica mumbled something around Seymour’s cock and looked again into his eyes as her orgasm tore through her, making her gasp and shudder. Seymour looked down just in time to see his secretary’s pussy open up and her juices squirt onto her thighs again and again. Monica continued working her fingers on herself taking herself to new wet heights of pleasure, her cum juices pooling in the palm of her hand.Monica shuddered a final time, and smiled up at Seymour with glazed but sensual eyes. She. "Is this acceptable?" The hostess asked, referring to the table. He smiled at her, a slow, easy smile, looked at Ms. X, and said,"It's perfect, just perfect, thank you very much," he answered. The hostess smiled and left them.She was sipping on a cup of coffee, examining him over the rim. He didn't move, he just stood there and looked deep into her green eyes and smiled that same slow, easy smile he had given the hostess, but his eyes had taken on a deeper color. "May I?" he asked, and motioned.