“Oh ... do it, Rann ... kiss—kiss my pussy.”I blew a soft warm breath on her and she just jerked her whole body, saying “Do that again, and ag...in, and again...” jerking with each of my responses.Then I stuck my tongue out and made contact.Her body shuddered at the instant my tongue touched her. Carol started moaning ... and groaning... “Oh, Rann, don’t stop ... don’t ... stop ... uhm ... Oh. That feels so good ... Oh, God -- I’m gonna ... gonna ... cum!”“Oh yeah, Rann. The best orgasm I’ve ever. Stephanie had barely looked at the man the whole way even when she sensed his eyes on her pussy. Once he had reached over while he drove and fondled her breasts, but most of the time he just looked. The driver leaned over and turned her head to look at him. ‘Tom!’ She shouted, her relief obvious, ‘that was so mean.’ Tom had removed the fake beard, hat and glasses. ‘Yet you did it.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You let a complete stranger finger you in public.’ ‘But, it was you…’ ‘Yes, you could have. “You’re so lovely,” he said, stroking my cheek with his other hand. Freddie leaned in and kissed me again, deeper, more passionate. His tongue found mine, his hand dropped my hand, and he wrapped his arms around me even tighter. Still kissing, we moved over to the couch. As we sank into the soft cushions, Freddie moved his hands to my neck, my arms, touching me with a gentleness that made me shiver. Somehow, we found ourselves laying down. I was sort of on top of Freddie. I looked down at him.. Richard and the pub man kissed as the stranger pushed Richard gently against the wet brick wall. Both men had a tremendous hard on. They hugged, hands sliding down their back to their buttocks which they kneaded. Richard could feel the other man’s cock standing against his own. Richard’s cock was about to burst. The man moved his hips against Richard’s and the two cocks began to rub through the cotton trousers. Richard had heard of “frottage”, a technique imported from France, but he had never.