They met midway and walked together to an empty table. She set about unfolding her napkin and arranging her utensils, not looking up. He spoke, not to... her but at her, "That's your whole lunch, just that salad? Won't you get hungry later? You might faint!"She couldn't guess why he should be concerned about her health and hunger. She answered him with a question as she looked up, "Well, where's your lunch?" Actually, I already ate," Lou said. "I thought that I might get to sit with you while you. I didn’t realize I was clenching my cheeks together until I heard him say, “Relax, baby,” and he was rubbing my bottom softly till I relaxed back down onto the pillow.Placing one hand on either cheek, he spread me apart, and I heard his satisfied moan before I comprehended the thick, hot tongue that was licking up my crack. Lapping up all the cum that was left from our earlier foray and assailing my taut star.Just when I thought he was done, I heard the lid of a bottle snap and smelled coconut. "Oh shit, how did I get into this. Perhaps Tracy could get me free. Where the fuck is she. There she is, kneeling over there. What the fuck? They're trying to get the wrong end of a whisky bottle inside her. Why's she letting them do that. Why the fuck am I letting them do this.Just then the guy in my pussy dumped his load and slipped free. They were spreading me wide open. What were they trying to do, find out what I had for breakfast."Yeoh!. Please stop. It hurts. Please no more." Relax doll,. He had a good idea of what she expected of him, and it was confirmed when he lowered his head towards her loins, gripping a handful of his hair in her fist and tugging him closer. She was rougher than Osha had been, less considerate, and it was exciting. He kneeled, resting his hands on her silken thighs, and she looked down at him with a lecherous expression. She tugged, pulling his hair, and he leaned closer to her.She was so warm. The heat from her sex radiated outwards, he could feel it on.