I don't suppose we could stretch to champagne?”“Of course. My favourite champagne is Bolinger. Is that good enough for you?”“Sure. It's my fav...urite too.”Lunch was magical. Our table was closest to the glass wall which separated the restaurant from the outside world. The day was still wonderful – bright sunlight, blue sky, sparkling blue harbour – AND I had a beautiful woman to share it with.As we chatted easily we learnt a bit about each other. Gene was doing the honours year of her science. So I proceeded to pull down her pants and underwear down to her knees, showing him him pussy and bare ass. He quickly expanded his touching of her body down to her pussy, running his fingers through the small bit of hair she had down there and then rubbing up and down along her pussy. As she started to get wet, I saw him start to slip his finger in and out of her. This set her a little off balance, and she grabbed onto me and leaned on me a bit, like she was afraid she was starting to lose. She hadn’t expected to have a brother or sister at her relatively advanced age, but that was going to happen. She had endured what she thought was her first contraction, and it had scared her. We thought we were ready to do the birth thing, but when the contractions start, preparation can begin to erode.“I still want you to be my birth coach,” said Val, over bread sticks.“Who is your OB doctor in San Antonio?” asked her mother.Valerie blinked, and the bread stick dangled from her fingers,. ..that's a box of decent toys ya've got there...much better than them what skanky whores like me can afford...I've only got a couple of fanny-hammers...still..." Gemma began to walk back towards the bed, smiling at me seductively and then an expression of shock came over her face, "Ooh...'ang on..." she turned back towards Redhead and took a few steps until she stood in front of her. Gemma reached down and gently pulled her cunt lips apart, grunted and a jet of piss began to blast Redhead's.