We were chatting and catching up when I thought that I smelled something sweet. “ Do you smell that?” I asked my friend Vanessa. She just shrug...ged her shoulders and smiled. “ It smells sweet . Do you think someone was eating in here before us” I asked. “ If they knew what I know, they'd be eating , alright” she said laughing. As she said this there was a wicked look in her eyes and her hand moved to stroke her pussy.I was in shock. Vanessa has always been an. I was sure you could hear my heart racing.You pulled up another chair from one of the neighbouring desks (always such a gentleman) and gestured that I should sit. I perched on the edge of my chair as you clicked back into your computer. "It's just this. Nothing too cool," you chuckled. I looked it over. Of course it looked good. It was always surreal to see such professional work and knowing the person who made it. "It is too cool," I argued. "Well, at least check this out," you brought up. As I was putting thewine back in the fridge I could hear the door shut again and Sara talkingto someone. Tingles went through my body as I was anticipating what wasin store. Matt and I grab the glasses and head for the rec room. As weenter into it I see two more people there. Talking to Sara was the ladyfrom her party that had both sets of tools. I just smiled to her as shelooked over to us and handed her some wine."Hey there, your looking damn sexy tonight," she said."Thanks," I said.I. The snug quivery rectal passage tightened sensuously as he pushed in further."OHH, OHH!" she cried, her fine big breasts still rolling delectably across his prick. Her pussy was flowering open wider, the inner labia were protruding beyond the outer lips, the sweet flutter of her cuntal opening tensed his prick. Beautiful cunt!Nancy knew that she was in the hands of a real pussy-artist! Steve had done a good job on her cunt, but Carl was more playful, more knowing! He was inching the thrills.