My fingers rubbed her clit and G spot and she wanted more and more of it. I didn't want to her cum right away; I wanted to show her how I could please... her with my tongue. She spread her legs as wide as she could anchor herself. Her juices were all over my hand and I wanted to finish this on her sofa.I cleansed myself as she prepared to make up the sofa bed.Pretty pale pink sheets with a fur like throw were deliciously placed.I could barely dry myself as Francine had lain, legs spread, for me to. My cock was as solid as it could be she slipped off her t-shirt and eased on top of me. I could feel her breasts brushing against my chest.I felt the warmth of her moist vulva as she rubbed against my cock.I so wanted to be inside her, I moved so that I could slip in to her warmth, 'not yet' she whispered,yet still rubbed her cunny against my cock, I felt my foreskin straining, the head trying to get out of the tight ring that contained it. She eased herself back enough to slip her hand between. Look around the room; you are easily the most beautiful and sexually attractive woman here. Most of them having been drinking enough to lose most of their inhibitions and they are afraid that if they start kissing you they will get carried away and get slapped. The slap wouldn't damage them, but it would damn sure alert their wife or girl friend and the rest of the night wouldn't be too pleasant for them." Is that why you haven't tried to kiss me?"I grinned, "Absolutely! I don't trust myself. That was the scariest part. They didn't shout out challenges, look around or even react to one another.While their faces looked different, they all acted exactly the same, carrying their black bladed clubs and coming on implacably, as if we didn't matter. Worryingly some of them were carrying bows, until I realised that they were carved completely out of wood, even the string.People were starting to notice, and guards were starting to line up in front of the buildings carrying weapons. I could.