There was a huge blackboard behind the counter and there was a Sunday Special on champagne, now I was never a champagne drinker, but I though the girl...s would like it. So I ordered and bottle, three glasses, the lady filled a bucket with ice and I rejoined Sally and Nancy.“Well, who’s the fancy man?” Sally said.“It’s a nice sunny day in the park, I thought it would be nice.”“It is nice.” Sally gave me a peck on the cheek as I sat down. “Nancy was just telling me about her day.”“Oh, it’s nothing. Paul is dripping with sweat, and his orgasm is building fast. She is mumbling incoherently between labored breaths, as he pounds into her. Her eyes shut tightly and she squeals with another crashing wave. Paul shoves into her one final time and growls as he pushes his load into her. They fall into a wet, sweaty mess of bodies and sheets. Totally spent from their pleasures.After dozing off for thirty minutes or so, Sarah awakes to the feeling of Paul suckling on her breasts. Her nipples are sore. “Take off your trousers,” she said, slipping batteries into the sex toy as I tugged down my jeans. I felt very exposed and vulnerable in just my panties. Could she see the wetness in them? Would she mind? Nudging my knees apart, Amanda grabbed my panties and yanked them off me in a single movement, hungry to see my pussy. She moved her face straight to it and began planting kisses on my exposed pussy. I gasped at the sensation, having to bite my lip to keep from screaming and bringing her. I pressed clitoris for 10 minutes. Then I made her lye down on the aunt’s marital bed. I kissed her pussy by parting her legs widely. She is moaning “Sir emi chestunnaru (what are you doing) naaku baga undi (I am felling very happy) inka cheekandi (lick and suck more) meeru bhale ga chestunnaru (you are doing very nice) meeru naa puku naakuthu, chethulatho naa chanulu pisakandi (while sucking my pussy, press my boobs with your hands) inka inka cheekandi (give me more tongue fucking) naaku emo.