“A bar? Gee… well, I don’t understand anything about bars, pubs and clubs…”, Sam showed a few concern about it.“We aren’t looking for so...eone who understands about that, Sammie. We need someone that has a fresher mind than ours to see what we need to do”“And how do you two think that I am the one for this kind of thing?”, asked Samantha“Because you are the smartest girl I ever known and I know you can see something there that both of us couldn’t when we first got there”, Chris answered.“And. He was very good-looking and also very embarrassed if his flushed cheeks were anything to go by. I looked back at Marisa. “I see what you mean,” I said. “Maybe we should find a space somewhere.”Marisa nodded and turned to the girls. “We'll be back in a minute, girls,” she said. Though I doubt Emma and Lucy had any idea of what was going on, absorbed as they were in their phones and lap-tops, ear-buds firmly in place.Marisa stood up and crooked her finger at the young man, beckoning him to. I was concentrating on working my tongue on her clitoris when a shadow passed over my face, tilting my head back a little I noticed we were not alone.I was thinking this is going to be awkward if he's a ranger or police or something, but a better look showed if he was one or the other he was in as much trouble as we were because he was stroking a rather large cock as he was watching us. From my view point I had no idea what he looked like all I could see was jeans, cock a bit of a shirt and the. My girl gets so wet. It’s always a pleasure. Releasing my tight grip on her left breast, I reach down under her dress and lightly slap my hand on her pussy. She grunts.“Come on, baby, let’s go upstairs,” I whisper to her. I lick her ear and down her neck. I squeeze her right breast once more before moving my hand around and down to give her ass a quick slap. At this, I pull away.“Let’s go, baby. I want to feel more of you.”“Baby I’m loving this. I want more.”“I know, I want more of you.”She.