Some throw pillows a blanket feels like a picnic. She insisted on feeding us both from the same plate. Drank wine from the same glass and was it nice.... We dance to a song she called ours and slow dance turned into her wrapping her legs around my waist and rubbing all over me. from the tongue down my throat to sucking my back and chest. This after she unbuttoned my shirt with her teeth. Its getting pretty hot and I start undressing her. She undresses me as well. I notice a trimmed patch around a. I like shaved pussy & here it was for me to suck! I inserted a finger in her pussy and simultaneously kissed her thighs & legs. She was moaning & holding my head and asking me to put my tongue in her pussy. I put my tongue & started fucking her by my tongue. She was in heaven.Now I stood in front of her and she encircled my lund in her hand and started masturbating me. Then she kissed my lund & gave me the best blow job I ever had. Her tongue was kissing my thighs, my balls & she was flicking. .. but sex... a man couldn't deny the necessity of fulfilling sex... could he? No! Damnit, no! He, Steve Smith couldn't, anyway... !"There's a call for you, Mr. Smith," the young short-skirted Shelly from the front desk came back and told him with a smile, her encased full tits thrusting the cotton of her blouse out at him like a pair of tent-poles. "I tried to ring your desk. Must be something wrong. I'll have it checked... You want to try and see if outgoing is working... ?"Steve took it, his. He grabbed a cup, splashed coffee into it, clattered the blue enamel percolator back onto Vi’s kitchen range, and yanked his chair from under the table.He sat with both hands surrounding the cup. It was shaking. His face was flush with anger; his mouth set in a tight line. After a moment he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a legal-size envelope. He extracted a cover letter attached to several sheets of onion-skin property description sheets.Vi stood silently in the doorway between.