“I am almost old enough to be your mother. And I do realise you are in a relationship with Roger. Sarah had obviously done some organizing behind my back. Sarah and me both admiring his wonderful toned gym body in a tiny, sexy black thong, almost identical to the one I was wearing at the time. And I was hooked. “May I have your permission to fuck your lady with my tongue Roger? I am Sarah, in my early forties, a still attractive business professional of French descent, sexually sophisticated, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting. At two-thirty that same afternoon all I was wearing were my heels and a tiny bikini bottom, while I tried to act out my fantasy story from that morning
I was leaning back against our dining room table, a man was licking my nipples as foreplay, to tease me and himself before I watched him slide my bikini bottom off. Sarah knows my kinky side does enjoy watching another talented man pleasuring her, giving her cunnilingus, fucking her with his tongue, masturbating while I watch, kissing her, enjoying the vibe, while she soaks up the sexual pleasure.
