I guess I'll just hold my breath and see what happens."Greg said, "Olives, onions or a twist?" Twist, please." Rocks or straight up?" Just a couple of...rocks."Greg gave the tumbler a last shake, poured the drinks, garnished them and handed one to Megan. He said, "Here you are. Sit down and make yourself comfortable." Megan sat on the chesterfield, tucking one leg beneath her. Greg sat beside her. "Cheers," he said. Megan clinked glasses with Greg. They both sipped their drinks. And again, there. Instead of moving my cock to her purpose she rotated around it, almost worshipping it with lips and tongue. She ran her tongue down the shaft leaving a trail of saliva and took one ball after another into her mouth.After what seemed like forever exploring the monolith and tasting every exposed bit of flesh she made her way to the top. She kissed the glans and took it between her lips and then slid down to deep throat me. I didn’t know if she had been practicing or just felt the moment but it. ....."YOU WANT THEM OUT"........"yes please" she put her hand in the bra and cupped one tit out over the bra followed by the other.....they looked amazing..saggy kind of veiny..but with nipples that were around the size if my finger tip...not pink or dark ..just a mid brown colour......this had me fully hard now...."SOMEONES AWAKE NOW" she said...I looked down ...my cock straining at the silky material...a little dark patch where the tip was leaking......"no wonder " I said.....she held one of. She also had a white band on her head to hold her long hair in place, white heels and white leather purse. She held his arm possessively as she talked on and on so he wouldn't have a roving eye for another woman.He wondered what it would be like to stay in Paris after the war and live with her. Perhaps marry her. He wasn't sure about Grace any longer and Gwen was great in bed but not someone he wished to marry. He was paying her most likely more than ninety-eight percent of the women around the.