"Loved your set," I said. "You don't find a lot of young men singing the classics these days." Thanks," you said back. "Have a seat. Join me for a dri...k." Your mouth said drink, anyway, but your eyes darkened with lust and suggested more. I crossed from the door to the sofa and took a seat on the coffee table in front of you. "I don't need a drink. Thank you, though." I leaned forward, took the drink out of your hand and placed it on the table. I then slid off the edge of the table, onto the. With you working and him home all the time, why wouldn't he wantto breastfeed your baby?"Julia nodded.Samantha stared at Julia for a few moments, taking her in. She really wasbreathtaking. Curvaceous, sensual, poised. If only Eric was out of theway she reasoned, maybe, just maybe--"Maybe I could force him to do it," Julia said abruptly."What?! Where's that coming from?" Samantha asked astonished.Julia took a sip of wine and smiled coyly at Samantha. She knew herfirebrand feminist friend would. His thrusts drove his length up into her soft intestines which gripped his girth. It felt so good he almost didn’t want to pull out but the friction generated by his movements sent deeply satisfying sensations through his manhood. Arya’s legs were spread apart to open her thighs and grant his hand access to her snatch which his digits explored and manipulated with skill. Her voice as she cooed encouragement was a husky purr. Harry created a telekinetic hand-shaped appendage which took over. Cleaning herself up a bit with toilet paper, she left the stall. Looking at her face in the mirror, she could see how much more relaxed she appeared. Washing her face in the sink, she dried it off before returning outside. Asking someone for the time, she discovered that she still had a couple of hours before she could expect Fred to return, until then, she needed to find something to do. Killing some time by swimming, and a bit more working on her tan, as the sun started to set, she began to.