“Make yourself comfortable Mike,” she said, “I’ll put the kettle on.” Our flats are open plan so from the couch, I had a good view while she...bustled about in the kitchen. I could see she had a tidy pair of legs and an impressive bust.When she got back with the coffee we sat and chatted and she told me she’d moved up from the West Midlands and, as she hadn’t got to know the rest of her neighbours yet, she was feeling a little lonely. She asked me if I was married and when I told her I was. She was in Paris after all and here was a guy, with no obvious attachments, offering to take her to dinner and show her things that a tourist might not see. That he was also good looking and seemed to have money did not hurt either. It only took her a moment to make up her mind, her nipples hardening under her bra in excitement as she responded."OK, soufflé it is." Tres bien, chérie. I must confess though, that I am not cooking it and it is kind of a working dinner if you don't mind idle. “You two are fucking lucky I don’t kick you out of this damn sorority," Jessica giggled. “Good thing I’m not that mean. But you bitches are gonna show the world what secret fucking dykes you are.”She continued, “Fire crotch, lay on your back. Blue eyes, you’re gonna eat your little dyke friend out.” Melody hesitantly got on her back. She was beautiful, as was Katie. Both had stunning ocean-blue eyes and perfect bodies. Katie’s black hair framed her face perfectly. Hesitantly, Katie stared at. He took her noises as encouragement, pressing her against the back of the sofa. She tried to extricate herself from him, but his hand slid up her shirt and around the back the next moment, deftly undoing the clasps on her bra.She broke off the kiss. "Brad, wait," she said softly. "Wait, I... uhhh..."Brad had lifted her shirt and pulled her bra from her mounds. He squeezed one of her orbs in his fingers, apparently heedless to her plea. Heather panted as he stroked her now erect nipple. His hand.