I picked up champagne at the bar and wandered over to my Brit friend."Who is that lady over there in the red gown? She's drop dead gorgeous!" Oh her? ...hat's Angela Morrero, the wife of the Commercial Attache. He's the fat guy over in the corner with the Argentine crowd." What the hell did she ever see in that slob?" Money and position old chap. He's worth a fortune and his daddy is very well connected back home. They say he'll be the ambassador in a few years." What a waste of an incredible. “I have another task for you. I want you to go back into the tree and start touching yourself.”Debbie is a little confused by the request, but she is also excited at the thought out it. Without saying anything, she stands up and head for the groups of trees. She stands with her back against one of them. Alan feels a little guilty for what he did down in the cellar with Hannah. It’s not like he is cheating on Debbie. In the type of relationship they have, there technically isn’t anything like. I whispered. We need to hear you say Yes. Oh God yes! She uttered breathily, pushing her body back into mine, softly rubbing against my tits. Alice moved in to kiss her, brushing her tongue lightly against her lips, silently asking to let her roam her mouth. She opened up and Alice kissed her with passion, tongue duelling with hers, nibbling at her bottom lip. I moved my hands to cover her small but budding breasts, stroking my palms against the tightening nipples, teasing her with light. I look into her eyes when she asks, “Do you like what you see?”My mind answers yes, however, my mouth says nothing.She steps toward me as she says, “I assume what they say is true.”Her assertion returns me to reality, and I swallow hard, struggling to catch my breath. I stare deep into her eyes, as I respond, “Yes, I very much like what I see. And what do they say?”Her eyes scan to my crotch, and she responds, “That red provokes arousal.”My cock is erect, pressing against the front of my.