Then I recognised the face of the cafe's owner as she was suddenly turned over and that same hand grabbed her uncovered boob, pinching on its tip. The...expression on her face was euphoric and painful in a happy sort of way. I watched shamelessly this mesmerising spectacle; not only did they fuck so passionately, but also any casual pedestrian could witness it. Or maybe passion and voyeurism were connected, if being seen was their kink. Assuming that, I felt no need to stop watching them. I was. Both Rhonda and Kate began to writhe and wiggle, moan and groan as they seemed to thoroughly enjoy licking each other. This show really had Tuck in a horny mood as he found his cock to be throbbing hard but he just kept operating the video camera.Whether it was pretend or real Tuck did not know but Kate began acting like she was having an orgasm and Rhonda instinctively began to massage Kate’s pussy very fast, her fingers moving in lightning speed until it seemed Kate was going to launch. I never thought I’d be able to describe anything with that word. I guess all that reading I’ve been doing has paid up. The kiss was sensual, I’ve never felt anything quite like that. She was caressing me with her lips, with her tongue, playing with mine. She pulled my body closer and as the kiss deepened so did our contact. Her body started moving against me, slowly, rocking back and forth. Her tongue in my mouth took on the same methodical movement. I could feel her everywhere, my skin was. George sucked on my nipple, biting it then moved over and did the same to the other. As he was sucking he put his hand on my knee and pushed my legs apart. I was trembling in the booth, but I didnt want him to stop. When his hand rode up to touch my pussy through my thong he hissed again. He pulled away from my tits and smiled at me. Youre all wet honey, what are we going to do about that? Then he slid a finger right past my thong and into my dripping snatch. I moaned aloud and spread my legs.