‘Pretty name for a pretty lady,’ he said. ‘Hey waiter where’s our drink,’ he said I smiled. ‘My god keanna you look so appealing when you ...mile,’ he said. All his words I felt were having a kind of magic effect on me. But something inside me told me that he was flirting with me. ‘I am sorry Mr. Falconer,’ I said. ‘ I should have behaved with you in a decent manner.’ ‘It’s kinda o.k. with me,’ he said handing me the drink and giving the waiter a generous tip. ‘Now tell us what’s your problem,’. She was giggling. They slipped and fell. She started laughing, and he covered her mouth quickly as he landed on top of her. Her legs found their way around his waist and she locked both arms around his neck. They kissed passionately as he stroked down into her. She started grunting and humping up to meet his strokes. He felt his head slamming against the gristle at the very back of her pussy. His head felt as if it was curving and going into another portion of her pussy. Each time his head. Somehow, the mysterious liquid had either made itself transparent, or become so thin against her own skin that she couldn't see it. She knew it was there though. She could feel it. She pulled her arms out of the jumpsuit, and pushed it down past her toned stomach and hips. She stepped out of the offending clothing, finally fully “naked”, and stood in front of the men expectantly. Her pussy ached; the liquid keeping her right on the edge. She somehow knew it wouldn't let her cum until these men. "I jumped in the shower and blew my load as soon my soapy hand touched my cock. "Don't waste time in there," she scolded. Fuck, she was standing there in the bathroom.I finished up and stepped out of the shower to find her gone. I dried off, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I grabbed my bag and went up the stairs to the kitchen. She was leaning against the counter, drinking from a steaming mug, with her legs crossed at the ankles. The sunlight from the window behind her made her nightgown.