Yann and Sean were at the table with us.Juan had taken Sean shopping for these occasions because his prior wardrobe consisted of two pairs of jeans an... twenty-six t-shirts. Today, he was wearing a dress shirt and vest that with that faint British accent made him kind of elegant. Yann, on the other hand, had worn a silk tee, a sport coat and another pair of his circulation-stopping pants. Sean tried to have some decorum and behaved like a gentleman for the most part. He did his best to keep Yann. So animalistic. My balls tense as the head of his cock rubs my prostate again and again, my own dick sandwiched between my clothed body and the bed. Friction. Heat. Sweat. My dark brown hair is soaked, dripping wet. His brown hair is too as I can feel his perspiration drip onto the back of my neck. I want him to reach around and stroke me off, but its no longer necessary. I cant hold out anymore. My moans reach a girlish pitch, an octave Ive never known I could even arrive at. With a sudden. My God, did Pim react. She moaned like I had never heard her before and arched her back. I struggled to keep contact with her clit using my tongue and pushed my finger deep into her ass with some rapid side to side movements. I flicked my tongue at top speed and she went into total release with a huge scream and her hips thrusting up against my mouth and chin. I held onto her the best I could with my right arm and rode out her incredible release. Her pussy went into total convulsions and. They'd talked about doing a month or six weeks, possibly through the Netherlands and Belgium and northern France, the classic kind of trip where they bicycled the back roads and bike paths, staying in hostels and cheap hotels, and most likely end up in Paris. The whole plan had been rather general and frothy, with a lot of "ifs" and "maybes" and whether Susan could go would probably depend on where she was going to college. But it was something to think about, and if she wound up going to uni.