So racy and detailed they were that I got the distinct impression that they weren’t that disappointed when I announced I was heading back to my digs... I was certain that the moment they closed the front door on me that they were racing upstairs to their bedroom to satiate their inflamed passions from listening to my lurid and lewd tales. Now lying in bed, very mildly hung over from all the wine I’d consumed with my friend and her ‘hubby’ I began to make my plans for the day. I suddenly heard the. Her faceresting in pure ecstasy which I'm sure I shared a similar look as well.Cupping my face, she pressed her lips to mine then pushed me to theground softly.Looking up as she sat upon me, her face barely changed. Rolling her hipsaround, she found a new source of delight, but as soon as she had, shewent back to our previous motion. Her breasts heaved by the rhythms withdark nipples that tempted me. Pulling her down towards me as she kept incontrol, I buried my face in her breasts. Such soft. The night was completely still, not a breath of a breeze. Chirping noises filled the air and a bright, full moon shone in a clear sky, bathing most of the terrace in its silver light. Mike sat down to just enjoy the night. The chair was in the shadow of the building, up against the rambling bougainvillea bush that provided a little privacy from the similar terrace of the apartment next door. He heard the click of the door catch and now familiar sound of the door sliding back. It was from the. Carol unbuttoned another jeans button, almost exposing her slit. She sauntered back to their table, ass swaying, tits bouncing. She served them their drinks from behind each of them. She bent over their backs, put her tits on their shoulders, and leaned into them. They all looked flushed and had beaming smiles. Carol stood in front of them with her hips cocked, vulva thrust forward, running her hands down her front. I could see them all talking but couldn't hear them. After a few minutes of.