‘I had to stop. Your breasts against my back are making me insane.’ I smile a naughty little grin and swing my leg over the front of him so I am f...cing him. He grabs the back of my hair, forcibly but not painfully and tilts my head so he can plant a long, hard, deep kiss on my mouth. A moan escapes the most inner part of me in pleasure. We begin to kiss passionately and his hand is firmly in my hair, guiding my head to where he sees fit. His other hand begins to rub my pleasure spot and mine. Jim laughed, "Told you, big doesn't require a suntan. So who was the lucky guy with the massive dick?" I'm a happily married woman and this is not the conversation I should be having. So what's the weather like?" She smiled.Jim, seeing that Hanna wasn't ready to go into further detail at this moment, brought another round of drinks and started talking about his new car, whilst Hanna showed polite interest, relieved at the change of direction. All the alcohol ensured however that she kept. I didn't want to immediately start stroking myself but Carla immediately asked if she could touch my cock. She reached down, gently wrapped her hand around the head and tugged it clear of my boxers. "That's a really nice piece of wood you have there," she said as she rubbed her thumb through the precum and dry-stroked me a bit. She was giving me a nice handjob."Keep doing that and you'll be the one to stroke me off, not me," I said as I relaxed a tad and felt myself getting harder in her. "Does this mean I get a kiss?" I asked smiling. "I suppose that you deserve a reward for helping me pick up," Jenny said softly as she knelt in front of my crotch. She slid her hand down from my abdomen and used her index finger to slowly caress the outline of my erection through the stretched and distorted fabric of my briefs. "Something looks uncomfortable under here," she said with a giggle, "Something that needs a long kiss under the mistletoe." Jenny slid my briefs down to my ankles and my.