Kristina did not pull away. They delicately kissed each other. Both of them gave a small moan of enjoyment. It was beautiful to watch. I took a step f...orward and kissed Jean. Then looked at Kristina and said good evening kissing her on the cheek. They both looked so hot in their formal dresses. Come on in. Be our guest. I handed Kristina a glass of champagne. We made ourselves comfortable on the balcony and began to talk about the morning to come. Here I was sitting with two beautiful women. All. We got into my car and with the jacket being so short she didn't have to lift it up at the back to sit down with her bare arse on her seat and sat with her jacket open, her sandals off and the soles of her feet together with her legs spread wide open, all the way to the airport. When we arrived at the airport and parked the car in the long term park we got on the free shuttle bus and she still never buttoned up the jacket and as the bus was packed she had to sit on my lap, and I whispered to. She was making more moaning noises in her bath tub. After about an hour of teasing her. I ran a new bar soap over her body. She then washed me. She used her small hands to wash my big cock and naked balls. I got out first and dried myself off. I then dried her off, before we walked back into her bedroom. I walked into her closet. I pulled out a black fishnet top and some 4inch dark wooden heels. I grabbed a pair of black silk boxers. I left the front unbutton. My hard cock was. She lifted her legs and scissored them behind Ian’s back, humping herself up to meet him. Both grunted and groaned with each crashing burying, until she sang out in her release, and her twitching and clasping provoked his own resolution, as he spewed into her with deep moans. He rolled off her and they lay side by side staring at the ceiling. Both were breathing heavily. ‘God, I needed that!’ he gasped. ‘Um yeah!’ she echoed, but suddenly remembered Victor. Guilt overcame her. How could she.