You come on down for a glass of sherry and I’ll show you my 1st edition Tarzan of the Apes paperbacks. I love a good tale about the wilderness. And Jane… you can be Jane.
Still unable to take my eyes off his cock an idea came into my head. Something I had long wanted to see. Standing, I seductively shimmied out of my panties and held them up in front of me on the end of my right fore finger.
At the sound of the door bell the three of us looked around the table at each other. Then all eyes rested on my naked boobs.
As if my nipples were a clock Mr Roberts stated, “ It’s after 10pm. Surely it will be somebody one of us knows?”
I glanced down at my ample cleavage spilling over the top of my coat and reminded myself that the old man could not possibly know that beneath the tweed, skimpy lingerie attempted to cover my modesty.