What made me so wet, though, was knowing that both Phil and Richard were just aching to let me prove it to them. And I knew quite well that I could do...it admirably. I wasn't just acting, I was really attracted to Richard, and of course Phil just made my pussy cream by being there across the table from me. They were both so charming, so in charge, and so seductive. I knew what it was like to fuck Phil, but as I ate the delicious lunch and sipped at my gin and tonic, I wondered just what Richard. Her flesh moving to his fingering had her squealing.He reached into his pants and took out his cock. It was thick and stiffened to where it was aching for some action.He added a finger to her butthole while he was stroking his manhood.Ella was grunting. "Grr. Mmmmm, that feels wonderful..."Her soft, bedroom voice was almost as much a turn on as playing with her sweet ass. He wanted to hear her moan while fucking her with his cock.Stefan fingered her slowly as far as they would go, pulled them. So there we were, all of us dressed up. Tommy and the other guys very cute in their coats and ties. Well, we sure thought they were cute at the time, although when I looked at the pictures a few years later I laughed at how gawky and silly we all looked.But that was later. That night we all felt pretty and special. I still wasn't big enough to have anything approaching cleavage, but Mom let me wear a dress that was kind of low-cut anyway. Spaghetti straps, too. I didn't need a bra, so I was. She was agreeably formed, and walked with a hint of swaying hips.Crudwright did not improve on closer acquaintance, and remained the self-important and discourteous blow-hard I had first encountered at the British Museum.On our first evening at the British Embassy in Lisbon he dominated, monopolised, the conversation at dinner, having an opinion on all and any subject, especially those subjects, those many subjects, he knew nothing about.I felt my inner demon twitch. ‘Stop his gab, before I gut.