I got on my knees in front of her, waiting my turn. The second she finished, she stood, pulled her lips apart, and invited me to dive in, which I eage...rly did. Following the final orgasm of the weekend, Jess and I went back to the bedroom. Jess had told me when we planned out this weekend that she’d have to leave quickly Monday morning, as she had a bunch of stuff she needed to take care of during the day. I tried to argue it, but got nowhere, so now I had just accepted it and followed her. Claire took a window seat near the front and the show contined with the next arrivals on the bus. The only problem now was that my mates kept comparing the skirt length to Claires, which I was mentally doing myself anyway. When we hit the town everyone split up to different bars, this was the normal routine because no doormen at the clubs wanted a large gang of mates arriving together. I never saw Claire again that night until the bus was due for us home.My night was alright, I think the drink. ' I muttered. She unclipped the bra at the front and her unfettered tits cascaded out to my delight. I went to approach her but she shook her head to say stay there. Reaching behind she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, she stepped out of it and stood in just high heel shoes, seamed black stockings with suspender belt, silk french knickers and the unbuttoned blouse exposing her semi naked tits. My knowledge of all thing lingerie gleaned from the Ann Summers catalogue I found. The soft inner lining where her nipples rub have the least scent, but the straps that wrap around her under her arms have a strong smell, one that fills my nostrils. My cock is straining and pulsing and I feel lightheaded, lost in lust for her. The socks are neatly rolled, undoubtedly fresh out of the laundry, and when I bring the crotch of the lace panties to my nose, I can smell the perfume of laundry detergent. The soft cotton of the crotch where her pussy lips rub is white and clean, still.