The action threw me off balance slightly so I must have lifted myself of my heals and moved my knees apart to stabilize myself. That's when I was nudg...d from behind and I was pushed forward onto my hands and knees. I wasn't giggling any more, but I wasn't given a chance to think about it because the Dane went after my pussy with his tongue from underneath me. Thank heaven that my bikini bottoms were between me and him, but I could still feel the stroking pressure from behind and he went from. 'What d'you fucking want?' hissed one of the gang, a thick set youth clad in denim and leather with neck chains and tattoos. Maybe he was the gang leader.'Oh, I just thought...' I said before I punched him hard in the face to send him reeling backwards and causing him to fall on his back. The boy in the blue polo shirt swung his fist and caught me on the jaw, but I didn't react other than to grab him by the collar and punch him in the face. As he sagged at the knees I held on to him to punch. I showed him upstairs to the spare bedroom. I asked if he was hungry and he was but he said he felt dirty too. I gave him clean towels and showed him the bathroom. (What I didn't know is that before he showered, he made a phone call.) While he was showering, I went downstairs and fixed a quick spaghetti, garlic bread and tossed salad dinner. If my husband were home, I probably would've served wine but didn't think that was a very good idea this time.We ate dinner and talked about what little. He was more than willing to oblige that joy, answer that temptation with hands slipping under the gold silk of her evening dress, finding the sensation of velvet in her honey-kissed skin along the smoothness of her back. His arms circled her from behind, pulled her close, surrounded her with his touch, breathed in the scent of her hair, of her skin. His lips found her sensitive nape, the warmth of pleasure rising to the surface. In tune with the notes of the preludes in c minor he nibbled his.