You’re panting in my ear, lips brushing my lobe, sending shivers down my back. I lay you back onto the table kissing your collar bone as I do. I pul... your t-shirt up slightly, my hands running up and down your sides. Your hands find their way into my hair, you tug at it trying to stop me from my attack on your neck and collar bone. I flip you over onto your stomach on the table, I pull your hips back so your feet can touch the floor. Your arse is there in all its jean covered glory, I give it a. I stood as they entered and my heart stopped for a short beat and I had a short intake of breath. Angela had on a white sleeveless vest style top with a shirt collar neckline that was tied just below her bust. She had on a light grey pleated mini-skirt and white socks with black patent shoes. Angela had dressed up with the total “school girl” sex kitten kind of look. Her blond hair shimmered and her breasts looked larger than normal with the short top and the accentuated curves of her slim. This young guy was face-fucking me like a pro. "Yeah bitch, work that cock. Except a real dick from a real man," he told me. The smoothness of his dick, the length and width were that of a more mature man. His dick was at least ten inches long and it was wide, but not so much that I was unable to accept it comfortably into my mouth.It was then that I felt someone behind me moving my legs apart and began feeling my butt. I could not see which one he was because I was more than just a bit busy at. “Can’t be as bad as the tranny trap that was there before; that was awful; hated the way that place was often invaded by hairy blokes with wigs out on stag nights, some of them secretly wishing they were the real thing; at least the new place will be better regulated.” Simone, a slender attractive 21 year old with short jet black hair, suddenly nudged Babs as something caught her eye. She smiled and waved at the barman who had just appeared; a well-built and handsome young man.“Time to order.