My nipples pebbled hard under the gauzy translucent fabric and her knuckles skimmed tantalisingly over them, the pads of her fingers fondling the fles... above the top of the cup of my bra. My heart was beating furiously, my pussy felt wet and my cunt ached unbearably, I felt drunk, partially from the wine but predominately from her attention.Lynn moved forward again kissing me open mouthed, inviting me to explore her with my own tongue. Hesitating nervously, she sucked my bottom lip with her. I want her to keep getting wet. I rub more, from her neck to her calves for a while, gently kissing her once on the shoulder. The sound is really a moan now, her breath like a warm summer breeze teasing my skin before I make my next move. I work my way down, kissing her all over and tracing my nails on her skin the lower I go. When I get to her ass, her back suddenly arches, putting her pussy so close that my face feels the lovely rush of heat it's giving off. It’s so close that my bottom lip. It's time. Shedding my robe, I give my cock another stroke. Goodness, why am I nervous? I’ve performed at countless hen nights and this isn’t my first LPWI gig. Anxious or not, I obtain a nice semi. That's pleasing.Lucy hushes the crowd. “Ladies, welcome. Before we continue, a few announcements.” There’re loud groans and I imagine Lucy shaking her head. “Oh come, come, ladies, this is important. The substantial funds raised tonight will go to our local homeless shelter. That’s why we’re here,. "I want you to do them exactly three minutes after I climb in through that window," she told them and Oliver looked at her. "I mean it three minutes. Exactly. To the second." But that window's not open," he told her and Emma just gave a snort and a promise that it soon would be.Emma climbed up the drainpipe, her hands slipping as she made it to the first floor, and then the second. Jamie and Oliver watched from the bush as she got along side the window, and ran her hands along it before prising.