Was this all part of the game, or real? I stopped talking: so did she. I wished I could see her eyes. She whispered in my ear:“Look down.”I looked... down, to see the lesbian magazine amid her stockings and knickers.“Open it.”I opened the magazine, gasping. I had never seen hardcore porn before. There were women and girls sucking nipples, fingering, tribbing, toying, using tongues on each other’s cunts and assholes. As I slowly turned the pages I noticed her wet mound rubbing harder against my. When I moved my fingertip across the line separating them, he opened his mouth and took the finger inside to suck at it gently, running his tongue against the length of it, then nipping it softly before releasing it again so I could continue the journey. Learning more about him. I grew bolder as he started to moan softly. Was I really doing this to him? He sounded pleased with what I was doing to his face. ‘Nathaniel?’ ‘Mmmhum. Yes dear?’ ‘Can I call you Nat?’ I asked as my hand moved to his. "I'll just explain that I was having so much fun with my two hunky guys that time just got away!" She laughed.Brendan added,"Now when am I going to get a chance to ask her? I wanted to talk to her before dinner. I supposed I could ask her at dinner..." No!" Becky and I replied in unison.We laughed, and Becky added,"Brendan, I don't see a proposal as a public spectacle, despite what they show in the movies. It's going to be a time you both think about for years to come and from a woman's point. "Well, hi there," he said, stepping inside. "Hi yourself," Brittany said, inwardly loving the way his eyes ran over her hungrily.Brittany stepped out of the elevator on the top floor and into the main office. Everything was sleek and made of glass and steel with a breathtaking view over the city. "Brittany Stevens?" the secretary asked her, looking disapprovingly at her outfit. "He's waiting for you, just at the end of the hall." Brittany giggled to herself as she walked past her, making sure.