By moving just another inch or so, Lisa then showed Bill her pussy.By moving just another inch or so, Lisa then showed Bill her pussy. "No power tonight, just my sexy body, and my looks to help me lure my prey." Lisa's thoughts were not shared with her husband, "I'll just let things happen as they happen. If I can't get fucked all by myself, then something's wrong." While the guests arrived, Bill served cocktails, Lisa admired George's date's dress, giving each of the men in turn a glimpse of her pretty pink nipples as she served the napkins for the cocktails. Betty was George's date, light black, ass rippling when she walked. A beautiful lady from England with a charming accent. After dinner, the group sat around the living room with coffee and brandy, Lisa across from George, tantalizing him with flashes of her long slim legs, the slitted dress parting. George's glances delved into the darkness of her thighs. Harry at her right, being treated to glimpses of her full breasts. Each time Harry spoke to her Lisa leaned slightly toward him, her breasts nudging the wrapped opening on her blouse, parting the soft material, exposing her nipples. Between showing George her thighs and Harry her breasts, Lisa was getting aroused. She could visualize the size of Harry's prick by the swelling bulge in Harry's lap as she watched him dart glances into the dark cleavage of her full breasts. |