Dinner Scene

Penny spots Laney's legs the second they hit the foyer and can't keep quiet about those pantyhose. Dinner becomes a game of musical chairs. Every time her husband's buddy opens his mouth, Penny's fork clatters to the floor, her napkin follows, and she slides under the table to run her hands up Laney's stockings. Laney keeps a straight face, but her knees part on their own. When the guys start arguing about the wine, Penny drags Laney down the hall. Clothes hit the carpet. Mouths find nylon. They twist into a sixty-nine on the guest bed, lips pressed tight against sheer fabric, big natural tits mashed together, the scent of perfume and warm nylon filling the room while the husbands keep talking in the dining room.