Well this day I get a text on my cell that says "do you want to go to your favorite place.?"Yes I do, was my reply so I picked her up from her office ...or lunch which always turned into us making wild hot steamy love with a few g****s and water to hold us over. I asked her how long can you be gone from your desk, she said "I'm yours for however long you can stay!" Let me tell you we don't waste time when we get to the room, its already understood, take off your clothes and let's fuck, so we got. He didn’t let a single drop of my love juices go to waste, licking it all up. Soon I was moaning loudly and arching my back, my hands grasping his hair.My orgasm built slowly, until I was delirious for release. I roughly pushed his head down, turned my head side to side in frustration and moaned like a cat in heat. But each time the sweet release was in my grasp he changed something.“Just keep doing that, don’t change anything,” I yelled in frustration, but he didn’t listen. When I was close he. She turned around and checked the bottles that lay there on a little wine rack."I think this one will go nicely with our spaghetti," she said while taking the bottle.And at the same time that she had said this, the microwave oven tinged to announce that the food was ready. Veronique placed the bottle of wine on the table and went to get their dishes. Sandra looked at the bottle and read the label on it. It seemed Veronique had picked a Chianti Classico to drink with their spaghetti.Veronique. It was December 31st, and we were all having lunch together at Gladstone's on the beach in Malibu.The torrid sexual pace Summer established during the first few days of our Christmas vacation bacchanal had slowed to a warm, comfortable simmer. She'd given everyone a thorough taste, and there were no regrets, though her thoughts on the situation potentially evolving into an endless gangbang remained uncertain. She told me the idea excited her; she was definitely up for it if that's what we all.