It was one of those short but lingering kisses where her fingers slide across one side of my face before she sat back with a Cheshire cat smile.“You...up to doing it again?” she spoke to the darkness of the night.I sat there smiling to myself. I knew we would fall asleep in a lovers embrace again tonight as we had done many times the year before. And yet there were subtle differences about it all. We were more comfortable with one another. There was some sense of being a ‘couple’ now. A bonding. We were all getting a bit tipsy and I was thinking more and more how I wouldn't mind giving her a good seeing to and what a shame it was that she had her husband in tow. She walked back onto the patio and said that she hoped we didn't mind but she had found it hot in her dress and had changed into her knee length silk bathrobe, Before I could say anything he said " well i never tire of seeing your body darling and guessing by the way his eyes have been following you he doesn't either." she. "I think it says, uh... stew. Oyster stew." Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" she asked, her face hardening with mild impatience."How'd you know I wore glasses? Did my mother tell on me?" In your suitcase you had a case with your glasses in it. Why aren't you wearing them?" Well... they're just reading glasses."She took a fast puff off her cigarette and exhaled quickly, leveling her eyes at me. "The lenses are too thick to be reading glasses. And you squint at everything, even when we're. Now!"Cheryl got back on the desk and Rob pulled her to the edge and held her legs up as he slowly entered her. Cheryl’s pussy was having involuntary spasms as it was grabbing hold of his cock. From the look on his face, Cheryl thought he might lose it before he even got all the way inside her.Then Rob began to slide slowly in and out, while making a circling motion that really stimulated Cheryl’s clit. She was squeezing her nipples and watching him pump her. Then Cheryl reached down and started.