"It's OK, I'll only be a few minutes." and off he went.I was laying there, trussed up like a turkey waiting to be stuffed when the thought occurred to... me that my bottom was facing the door to the hallway and if the postman looked through the letterbox, he would see right up the hall and right up me. That idea started to turn me on and I was feeling quite sexy when I thought that I heard a squeak, then another, then another, then it stopped. Then I thought that I heard the door to the garden. Debra is trying to catch the card that was planning to land on my thigh. She succeeded but swiped across my boner, with her arm unintentionally, that wanted to poke its head above the table, ok, not exaggerating, the table and chairs were not a match, the table is a bit low, and the chair high.The droplet that was forming on top, ‘jumped over’ to her arm, she noticed it too ... but pretended to ignore it, and wiped her arm across her nose nonchalantly.What kind of evening this is turning out to. As we were kissing, she slipped her hand down and lightly squeezed my semi-hard cock through my pants, causing it to twitch in her hand with excitement, then she playfully bit my lower lip. Nancy was wearing panties that I gave to her which had a cool little "quick-release" feature on each side of her hips, and I couldn't resist my temptation to free her panties and let them drop to the floor. She gigggled and whispered into my ear, "I don't need those anyway!" We laughed about how we were'nt. The mink glove roams your upper body with soft teasing strokes, paying closest attention to your lovely breasts. Your legs, which retain the last vestiges of your clothing, your thigh high black stockings, are spread shamelessly wide for me by now. Inviting, urging, begging for more attention from my lips and tongue to your wanton, needy pussy. I let my tongue make soft, lazy circles over the lips of your labia, occasionally delving deep inside or sliding higher to tease and nibble your hidden.