The moaning from Sarah’s lips was making my pussy ache even more. In the corner of my eye I could see him pumping his extravagant erection faster wi...th his hand. “Get up. I’m going to fuck you both. Now get on top of her.” I climbed on top of my best friend. She had a look of desire on her face, as our bodies were sandwiched together. She brought her lips up to meet mine and parted my lips with her tongue tasting her juices on me. She started to moan in my mouth as I felt her body shake. I knew. He filled the covered cup that he also considered to be a small miracle to keep his coffee hot and went in search of the paper. Benny was at the door waiting to go outside. He was again thrilled as the fog drifted in and out of the trees, making alternate light and dark patterns in the clouds. Back in the house, he sat on his throne and attacked the newspaper. Benny lay beside him apparently in a deep sleep.He put the paper down and resumed the worrying that had been surfacing every day since. It was then I felt her tongue first on me, warm and sensual as she licked from the tip all the way down my shaft, lubricating it as she coated it in her wet saliva. Then her lips teased the head of my penis, soft as they made contact, tasting the pre-cum gently oozing out before, without warning – as if the foreplay needed no foreplay – she engulfed the entirety of my shaft. Like a girl on a mission, she had without warning very much proved she can deep-throat. The feeling was exquisite, the. I order another Sauvignon, as I’m dressed to impress in a little black dress, heels and my hair is done shall I eat in the hotel restaurant or eat in my room with the TV for company? As I sit and consider what to do, the barman comes to me with a large glass of wine and tells me it has been bought by the guy across the bar. I thank the barman and raise my glass to the guy at the end of the bar and thank him with a smile. He looked a little older than me, dark haired and medium build. I would.