I slip my lips over you again while still fingering your bottom. Bobbing my head up and down, your moans become more insistent. Your clitty hardens mo...re. You push my head away then lift my face to yours. You don’t want to cum yet. That is good. I am enjoying myself too much for it to end. We kiss, deep, long and passionate. Your tongue searches out for mine. Lover, do you want to taste yourself in me? We stand up and continue to kiss. I drop my skirt and button up top. Likewise, your dress. We eventually came to a club on the left which I think was called ‘After Dark’. All outside the club and in the queue were large numbers of black people, and I mean a lot of them maybe eighty or ninety a mixture of women and big scary looking black men. We carried on past but Fiona and Alice didn’t escape a barrage of comments from the black men asking if their white pussy looking for some black dick.Where we lived before there weren’t any black people so to be in this environment now was very. ‘It’s just a kiss,’ Elisabeth thought to herself. ‘He’s just like my dad…right?’. It was then that she realized that she was STILL kissing him, and for how long she had been doing so she wasn’t sure. Forcing herself from his lips, she pulled her head back and looked at him. Rodger was in a look of shock still, his lips still pursed outwards in the kiss. Closing his mouth and bringing his lips inward, Rodger smiled a nervous smile back at Elisabeth. She was doing the same, and the awkward. In fact, it was wrong of me to do what I did in the dining room anyway, but I’m afraid I just got a bit carried away. Please do forgive me.”She smiles so nicely that Poppy forgets to be cross, and smiles back.“That’s all right” she says. “I should probably apologise to you too. You see, I was watching you in the dining room: I hadn’t meant to spy, I was just making sure I was ready to clear your plates away as soon as you were ready - and I…I…well, I could see what you were doing, and I saw.