She pulled her mouth away and looked out the windows as her hand rapidly moved between her legs."Oh god, there's at least six of them!" she gasped."Th...ey all want to fuck you, you know," I teased. "But they will just watch unless we invite them to join." Oh, no, don't do that!" she pleaded.I laughed. "No, that's not why we are here. Don't worry, they are happy watching you suck me."I pushed her head back down and she continued sucking. I could feel the pressure building and reached my hand up to. I started to lick round and round her nipple. It began to turn rock hard. As I licked more, her legs fell open. I twisted my tongue round her perfect 36C breast. She thrust her crotch forward and she then whispered to me, "Don't stop, baby." I licked more. I love licking her nipples; it turns me on as much as her. She was letting out little sighs as I sucked and licked. Her hand dropped to my cock. She starting rubbing me, making me moan. I reached a hand down to her knickers and they were. Even in their present attitude, they were transcendentally beautiful eyes. She shut them and switched to licking the underside of my shaft. I was getting harder and harder watching this torrid performance, set to the music of Vivaldi and all taking place in my lap. Suddenly the aria ended – allegro con brio. She stood up and performed a brief set of choreographic moves to the music of the maestro’s recitative. Turning to face the window, she unbuttoned her skirt, peeled it off and threw it. Confident hands start pulling the coat off your shoulders and you shrug out of it to hasten the process. With it hung in the corner, he turns around to face you. His piercing stare awakening a long forgotten shyness which quickly evaporates to leave behind an almost uncontrollable deposit of desire as you see the lust and appreciation in his eyes. His hand indicates you should turn around and you eagerly comply, suddenly desperate to let him see every inch of your body, expose yourself totally.