I lifted the bar, I raised and lowered it, I lifted my tongue, she raised and lowered her hips. She was pressing her pussy onto my face, grinding her... sweet smelling ass into my nose. I continued my lifting, my licking, she continued her moaning and her grinding. As I got to 20 reps she said slightly breathlessly, “That will do, so lets just do tongue exercises, forget the bar, garb the uprights and finish my pussy off!” She sat up and removed the bar, the came back and placed her pussy over. Your breathing is, once again, deep and lustful. Your anticipation is mounting. You pull down the comforter and position your pillows. Your panties are becoming more and more soaked. You open the top drawer of your night stand and peruse the choice of toys you have accumulated over the years. You select 3 of your favorites and then dim the lights. Your ambitions are getting the better of you and you stop to compose yourself. There is an unexpected familiarity to all of this. Your eyes. Toms head was quite close to her, so she placed her hand at the back of his head and gently pulled him down to her tit. He resisted a little but she maintained the pressure and soon his mouth was sucking at her nipple. Dave was rubbing his hand up and down her leg, enjoying the sensation of feeling the change from stocking to flesh. Each upward stroke getting closer to her pussy. At last he reached her crotch and began to rub gently. In his inexperience he was just rubbing and she wanted him to. They decided to have wine with dinner, which put both of them more at ease and they were soon laughing and joking as usual, the situation of the room pushed to the back of their minds for the moment. Dinner was relaxing and quite enjoyable, and they were feeling good by the time they were finished. They decided to stop in the bar for a nightcap before going back to the room, and both ended up having a couple of drinks as they sat and she told him stories about Vermont; the countryside, history,.