Crawling on top of him, she suddenly began to lick, carefully, along his most prominent features, while she felt his wing between her legs. And oh, di...d it feel good there. So good, she thought, that she wanted to feel more of it. Much more.Her skirt slid up and she finally felt him stronger against her panties, pressing her pelvis hard against the line of the wing, and began to rub on it, back and forth, her breasts pressed against his smooth side. She began to curse the girdle that was keeping. They were nice colours, after all. Nothing wrong with liking purple and gold. It had never occurred to him to buy clothes for anything other than serviceability before, but when you got right down to it, there was no reason to stick to the hard-wearing stuff. It wasn't as if he couldn't afford to buy clothes as often as he wanted. And that was a nice gold. He wondered what it would feel like to touch, and went into the shop to find out.He emerged a few minutes later, big, colourful carrier bag. I looked at Sarah.“George and I know each other well,” Sarah replied.George pulled up a chair and sat down, while I tried to reassess things.“How do you know George?” I asked Sarah, who by now had turned about four shades of red.“We’re old party buddies,” Sarah replied, “What a small world!”I could see the blood vessels pulsating in George’s cock as it hung limply between his legs. His manhood was unusually larger than a lot of the guys hanging around the pool, which I suspected brought him a. ”“Relax, Tommy," Robert replied, "It was fun for all of us and June and I would like to repeat it soon. Would you like that?” I choked out a meek, “Yes.”Robert then invited me to come to his office after lunch where we could talk more. The rest of the morning I was in a kind of daze trying to contemplate the gravity of what happened and anticipation of it happening again. Following lunch, where I ate little, I proceeded to Robert’s office. Robert welcomed me and in and said, “Sit down, Tommy. I.