“So,” I started, “what was this favour you wanted?”
“Well,” Louise said, “this is a serious matter, Wayne. Milf sex “Well,” she started, “I need you to start by showing my pussy how much you love it. I want to keep your strength up, because after dinner, I am going to make love to you.”
I got up and went to have a shower, still tingling all over from the sex we had just had. I decided to rectify that, and I moved along the bed, and undid the two buttons on her pyjama top, and placed my right hand up underneath the silky material, gently touching her left breast. Mr Cairncross’d have a stroke if he saw me at my desk like that.”
“I know what he’d be stroking,” I said. “Well,” she said, “I’m afraid that last night, my pussy fucked my brother.”
“Ohhhh, that was bad,” I said, but I just couldn’t keep the smile out of my voice. I probably should have said it, considering what we had already done together, but she came over
