"Wait!" bellowed the host, and announced a modified rule. The rule was that we had to sit on the couch, her in my lap, my cock in her pussy, and the f...rst one to cum loses. She hesitated for only a second and then announced I was going down. The couch was in the main room, but on the other side from where the group sat on the floor playing the game. It wasn't private, but we weren't the center of attention either. I sat down, and before I knew what was happening, she dove between my legs and. You'd looked at Ellen and watched her face not moving."Yeah, crazy," she'd agreed in a voice that suggested it was anything but."You arranged it?!" you'd said, your voice cracking. "You... but... whatif...you arranged it?!" I'd asked if they wanted to meet us for coffee. That my niece was in town,and that Melanie might like her. It was a nice surprise to meet them in thestore though, wasn't it?" She raised a perfectly plucked and shaped eyebrow."You both looked lovely in those dresses," she. So it was just me, the dressing room, and this very cute, very sexy French woman. And my thick, hardening, 7" 1/2' long cock. I was so turned on. So while I was essentially modeling the last pair of tight pants for her, I wondered aloud if I should try on the tight blue shorts again. She thought I should, since they really did look good. But I knew that the only way they would fit right was if I had a thin pair of bikini underwear (like short briefs made of thin stretchy fabric). Or if I went. She ordered a traditional Sunday lunch, with roast beef. It was a meal that was impossible to recreate in her own tiny kitchen and she tucked in with vigour. * Richard found the experience of watching Ivy eat mildly arousing. She was clearly enjoying the food, not just picking at it but eating with gusto. It was refreshing to see a woman who wasn’t self-conscious about her appetite. She chatted with his father and Kevin as she ate. She wasn’t being rude exactly but she hardly looked at him.