A carafe of coffee was already on the table. She poured some into her cup. The young man brought the quiche, which he’d sliced, to the table, and pu... one wedge-shaped slice of it on Kay’s plate and another on his, then he sat down. ‘Frankie, that quiche smells delicious,’ Kay said. ‘I hope it tastes OK,’ he said. ‘I never used those egg replacement things to make it before, but that was all there was.’ ‘I’m sure it will be delicious, Frankie,’ Kay said. ‘Come on, let’s eat.’ The quiche tasted. Her doe eyes had a glimmer of apprehension and curiosity, her luscious lips were parted and moist. I reached down to cup her ass with my hands as I pulled her body up, the cushions pinning her gently against me. She closed her eyes and her lips came to mine and our tongues found one another. My right hand held her ass tightly as as she wrapped her legs around my waist. My other hand clasped her neck pulled her close as I tasted the sweetness of her saliva and savored the sensation of her tongue. "Oh very funny." I chuckled at my grinning friend."Well I thought so." he chortled in reply, rising and announcing he needed to go for a slash.I stared at the passport. I knew it couldn't possibly be genuine. I hadn't had a passport since I was sent down and no-way would Archie have been allowed to obtain one for me legally. I had to admit though, if I hadn't known better, I would have been convinced it was me in the photo. Maybe it could work. Maybe I could use it to get away from the clutches. His boner rubbed against my thigh and I moaned at the pressure building in my pussy again. He looked at me biting my lip and smiled. He slid his hard cock into my pussy and I squealed in delight. He slowly slid it in till his balls touched my skin, and then slowly pulled almost all the way out. He repeated this motion a few more times until he finally started fucking me at a faster rhythm. His cock filled my pussy, and then some. The pounding almost hurt, but definitely in a good way. He arched.