"I filled both glasses. "Good enough for me. All I know is red, rose and white; fizzy and still; sweet or dry. This is white, still and mostly dry. Or...slightly sweet." It's also a little oaky." Oaky?" Never mind. Anyway, about today, you go first." Well, I went in and called the fellow in Wembley. His name's Charles. He suggested meeting for lunch at a place called Mathilda Bay — been there?" No. Too dear for me." Anyway, he's a nice guy. Interested in water management. He and his wife live. I laid down.After about 15 mins, I wanted to go to pee. So I got up. The sisters asked me where I’m going. I said “I want to use the toilet . so I’ll go to the store” Anita asked “why should you go there? There is a toilet here itself” I said it’s a ladies toilet. They said “its ok. So what. Now that you have seen it you can use it too. Moreover if you go there we will be all alone. Then I agreed and went to the hostel toilet. I unzipped my pant and got ready to pee I could hear some sound.When. Again I was transfixed and all I could do was let my eyes take in this sight of this young girl tantalising me with her words and actions.“Come on Tom, you know you want to stroke me as well. We can have some fun before mom and dad get home.”“OK, OK now wait!” I blustered, “I….I….Look Sarah, I don’t know what game you think this is but it’s going a little too far now. I can’t stroke you and you know it. You are a beautiful young lady but it’s just not right.” This is what my mouth was saying. I felt her quick tongue playing around the swollen lips, then arched my back as it entered me, flicking in, out, in again, lips and teeth teasing, pulling as her tongue sought that magic place. I cried out as she reached it, and bucked my hips. Jenny looped her arms around my thighs and held me down, and open. My arms were held tight and my legs were pinned down, my sex open for her probing tongue. I writhed on the couch, moaned, whimpered with pleasure, as she licked and sucked and probed. My.