I'll do it. Do you want to see just my breasts, or... or what? You want me to spread my legs so you can see my pussy? Would that help you masturbat...?"David's heart was pounding in his chest, and his mouth was dry as cotton."Yes, baby. I would love to see your pussy."She sat on the bed, with her knees spread and her arms behind her. She glanced down to see how much of her genitals might be exposed. She was shocked to realize that her pussy was completely exposed, the lips parted to show. Understand?” he growled. She nodded, though she wasn’t sure how she felt about this. He started sucking on her clit then, and it sent her so close to the edge. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Please, let me come!” He replied, “You can wait a little longer,” before increasing the speed of his fingers and nibbling her clit. “Pleeeease!” she wailed, and he finally relented, allowing her to have a quaking orgasm. Derek got up from the floor and leaned over her to kiss her deeply, so that she could taste. “Well you certainly took my breath away with that kiss, can I have another one please?” He moved back towards her and kissed her with as much passion as he could muster, his tongue started to snake inside her mouth and she found herself responding to his touch, his hand moved to her breast as her pussy throbbed below.She pulled away reluctantly and suggested “they should maybe go to a hotel, not make out in a pub car park”, he laughed and agreed it was probably a good idea as he really wanted. However there they were, studying her again. For a fraction of a second Jennifer allowed her eyes to linger, then quickly turned away to watch Ruth and Karen who were engrossed in a giggling, secretive conversation. Appearing to become confused, the man in the casual clothing dropped his gaze. Over at the bar, Peter O’Brien sipped his drink, a fresh lime and soda. As usual, he’d turned down all offers of alcohol, but he always made sure he shouted the others, no matter what they ordered. With.