“It’s been too long,” the otherwise hetero man stated.“Gea,” Fiona murmured in her native tongue indicating agreement. She was at her most v...ulnerable.Jason touched her tenderly. “What language was that, babe?”“Romansch.”“How many do you speak again,” asked the Wake Forest alum.“Seven,” she reminded him.“Oh yeah. That’s right! You’re a polyglot.”“Yes,” she smiled with her eyes.Jason counted with his fingers as he said, “English. German. French. Italian. Romansch. Spanish. Uhh...”“And Czech.”“Oh. ”“I’ll have to tone it down a bit,” I smiled.“Though that one’s nice too...” Lizzie pointed at a new one. They’d done the cone as cylinder, with a scoop of pink ice-cream on the end, topped with some white ice-cream that was melting and running down.I shook my head. “That’s fun,” I had to smile, “but just fun, you understand don’t you?”“They must be so boring,” sighed Saffie.“They have a business to run,” I pointed out. “Shops aren’t going to put stickers and posters up of an ice cream that. ?Should we take a picture for your hubby?? I laughed heartily as I held firmly to the back of her head with my fingers wound through her gorgeous hair. ?Stay here cunt, I’ll be right back.? I could see the shame in her face, but I could also see the lust and need too. My dick was still hard when I got back into the bathroom and bellied up behind Kiku, pressing her hips against the edge of the marble sink. I wrapped my fingers through her hair again and arched her head back so. Plus, she realized, there was absolutely no reason someone couldn’t walk in here at any moment and she hoped that none of his coworkers suddenly decided they needed a drink. She leaned back on her elbows and lifted her hips a little to give him easier access and a better look at her little tits dancing on her chest as he began to pick up the pace. She panted heavily as he pounded her pussy, her toes curling as she tried to fight off any urge to give into her orgasm. She normally didn’t have to.