Lise was sitting in a corner of the bar reading a newspaper. ‘Kitty, welcome! I know Greta will be here soon – she is looking forward to showing y...ou our lovely City. You will have a wonderful day together and much pleasure, I know.’ As she spoke so she stood and advanced on me to give me a warm kiss on my mouth. ‘You must learn, Lise, that Kitty is not to be kissed on the mouth by anyone but me.’ Greta’s voice had a smile in it. Lise and I turned to face her. She was wearing cream linen. I think she had a newcrush on Marcus, who clearly seemed to be quite the prize."But what about Darius," I interjected, "He really seems to like you." Darius," sneered Ashanti, "That little queer? Ok, I know that be a bitharsh, and Darius is a nice boy and all. Still, he ain't nowhere near aman. I gotta get me some Marcus." I understand Honeychild, I understand." Yeah, Darius is cool and all, but I don't need some little tightswearin' sissy.... Mmmm, I'd give Marcus my digits anytime."That. The party had been going for over an hour and was settling down, I looked across the patio and caught Kate's eye, she tilted her head and motioned for me to follow her and walked to the rear of the yard. I followed at a discrete distance a few seconds later and as I rounded the rear of the house I saw her disappear into the tool shed. I went in after her and closed the door, she was standing on the far side of the shed with her legs splayed slightly and hands on her hips. "Hi Alan" she said. It sucked gently, then released. Then repeated on the other one. My panties are getting wet now and I tried to slide against them, but I can’t get any movement, any of the friction I needed so much. The mouth feels so soft against my skin as it slides lower and lower. It pauses at my navel, probing, before travelling downwards again. Those soft, warm, wonderful hands are now on my legs. I still don’t know if they’re male or female, but by now I didn’t care. All you want is for them to touch me,.