She glanced through the plate-glass windows of the wine bar at the darkening shadows of Kensington High Street."I like restaurants," she said. "There ...are some very nice ones near here, I'm sure." Do you like Italian?" Italian. Portuguese. Thai. Anything, really. Just somewhere friendly and," she lowered her voice, "above all, intimate." I don't know this part of town so well, but I saw a nice small Italian on the way here."Karen nodded.His smile broadened and for a moment Karen was speechless. You have to admit, you've been having fun, too. I could see how much you liked watching me rub my breasts and play with my pussy. I think I've fulfilled some of your fantasies, and you haven't even come yet. I do believe that it's your turn now." She let go of my shaft and straddled my waist with her legs again, climbing on top of me and facing me. She placed the palms of her hands in mine, and interlaced fingers with me. Then, without using her hands, she looked me in the eyes with a heated. “ Enough, fuck, that was soooooo good.” she almost purred, “think you could handle Sarah now”? I wasn’t allowed to answer as Sarah was lying next to Lisa legs spread wide, my next cunt was waiting and I didn’t need telling, I was down on her giving her what Lisa had just had. “ Well what a little slut you’re turning out to be, we should of had you years ago, what a waste of time that was” Sarah said. I had to agree, but I intended to make up for lost time from now on,as I went down on my. With more kisses, your sniggers and giggles turned into soft moans which filled that lust-filled room. I traced my right hand all the way up to your shoulders and moved your beautiful curly red hair away to plant a kiss on your shoulder. My left hand glided it's way up from your waist stopped just below your ribs. I could feel your heartbeat rising in the anticipation of where my hand would move next. You placed your hand over mine and gave it an encouragement to travel further. As my hand.