I reach your center and you are soaking wet. I caress your slit through the fabric of your panties as I look directly at the waiter as I order. You ar...e biting your lip. I tease you by asking you if you want to add to our order. As you open your mouth to speak, I slip my finger under the elastic and slide it easily up your slit. Your words catch in your throat. You can only shake your head. I turn back to the waiter and order another bottle of wine as I plunge my finger deep into your pussy. You. "I'll go change." I stumbled toward the stairs. "But you, Luscious," I added, "don't you ever change."She smiled at me, a bright and happy grin that made her even more beautiful. I found it difficult to turn away from her and clomp up the stairs so I could throw on running clothes.By the time I got back downstairs, Jake had already taken off. I called out to my mom, in the family room, that I would be back from jogging within an hour. Kayla had already put on her sweatshirt, and we headed out. “No Jack, your kitbag really is on fire. Look.”My white canvas kitbag was stowed behind my bed on the heating pipes that ran around the room. I sat up and turned to look behind me. Sure enough there was a reddish tinge at one end of the white, cylindrical kitbag, making it appear like a glowing cigarette.I blame my subsequent action on being half asleep, and fully stupid.I jumped out of bed, grabbed the kitbag and rushed down the centre deck towards the doors which opened onto the landing. Bad. It was torture, because she clearly had no intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My hand moved to her sexy rear; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the waistband of her panties; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations.