Her hands were in my hair, playing with the curls, toying with them as I continued to tease her breasts moving from one to the other then to her neck,...suckling onside further bringing sweet joyous cries from her throat. I whispered in her ear, “I want you.” “Take me!” She purred. “Take me now.” I moved down between the valley of her breasts and stomach trailing the way with my tongue. She arched her back to greet its arrival at her mound the closely cropped carpet of her pubic hair brushing. Each date ended with an intense but short groping session. My hands and lips were intimately familiar with every inch of her boobs. There were a few short forays below the waist but they were fended off swiftly. I was encouraged when Missy began to explore a little, too, moving from rubbing my erection through my jeans to sliding her hand into my underwear and onto my cock. I never actually removed my pants, and Missy never lingered there too long. For Missy, though, it was a big step.The. I can't wait to watch it."Richard put the bottle of wine he had brought on the kitchen table and kissed Deborah. "Sorry I'm late. I got waylaid by a ballerina." I'll forgive you this once."They had a happy, chattering dinner and after helping clear up Annette went off to watch the video. Deborah and Richard sat again at the kitchen table and finished off the wine in a comfortable and leisurely way.Their love-making was gentle and protracted. It was also relatively quiet although Deborah was. I worked one finger between her lips and was greeted by Dawn’s soft inner flesh. I held my fingertips together and ran them up and down between her legs. My fingertips lined up, one after another like a row of baby ducks, and they followed each other through the furrow of her cunt. She was slippery-wet – I came away with my fingertips shining with her pussy oil. I licked my own fingertips, one after the other, tasting her. Dawn’s watched unblinking, and her nostrils flared. I sent two fingers.