Francine re-emerged from the kitchen and walked through to the living room, shaking out her long, wavy, blonde hair and saying over her shoulder, “W...hen you want more drinks, messieurs, just call for Francine.”“Oh, you bet we will,” Pete told her.Francine selected the sofa that faced the dining area as her seat, sitting and crossing her legs, making sure that the tiny dress rose right up as she did so, so that those of us fortunate enough to be facing in that direction would be constantly. “Oh shit!!” she exclaimed. “I’m…gonna…cum, baby!!” …and she did!! She panted heavily as I licked her all the way up to her back. When I reached her shoulder, I was almost laying flat on her ass. She turned her body so that her face and mine could meet. We kissed with pure lust and pent-up desire and somehow. During all this kissing, my pants ended up down around my knees. I stood up and kicked my shoes off and then removed my pants the rest of the way. R, had turned over and was watching. She started kissing my neck, which is definitely one of my sweet spots. She knew exactly how to turn me on. I couldn't help but let a quiet moan escape through my lips, as she lightly nibbled, licked and kissed my neck. She moved slowly and gracefully, her skin as soft as silk against mine. She ran her hands over the material of my dress, over my breasts, like a sculptor, gently sliding up and down the curves of my torso. Then she smoothly slid herself down, so that her face was near my thighs.. She would part my pussy lips with her tongue and lick in circles at the entrance to my vagina. She actually had me begging for more. Her tongue wormed its way into my body and stiffened to fuck me as if it were a small cock. I held my legs open and pulled my knees back to my breasts as she pleasured my sex. I am sure that Janice knew that I put my story on hold when my voice went from my normal light and quick lilt to my husky and laboring sultry bedroom voice.My orgasm was tickling at my.