Yes it went well; I think “ I said sheepishly; wondering if she had encountered Guy after he’d left me?“I just looked in ... to see you; but I s...e you’re still busy ... sorry to intrude.”She turned to leave. “ No, please don’t go.” I pleaded, then lifting the duvet aside I asked, “ Please, ... will you join me for a while?”Iris slipped in beside me; replacing the duvet over us. Her skin instantly felt divine against mine and then her hand began softly exploring my waist.My own hand responded in. He threaded a hand into the cool silk of her hair and, with a grunt of apology, tipped her head so he could angle his and slide his seeking tongue more firmly against her own. She responded with a throaty feminine growl that had his balls tightening and his hips lunging involuntarily towards her. In his fantasies Sophie had never merely lain back and passively accepted his lovemaking. No, in his fantasies she was passionate and uninhibited, vocal and abandoned. And sometimes, in the dark, late. She slid herself up and down, sighing, her pussy juices sluicing my hand. I finally pulled my hands out to unbuckle and unzip my jeans. She rose up on her knees while I shoved them to my knees, waiting for me to pull her panties down.Instead, I pulled the hem of her skirt down to her knees, then stretched the crotch string again and guided my dick inside her. Clutching her ass cheeks, I had both hands under the tunnel of her skirt and my cock in the tunnel of her cunt. I kept her riding me. She clearly hadn't known it would be on display today. I ran my fingertips along the top edge of one cup, luxuriating in the simultaneous feeling of soft skin and hard seam. I edged my feet closer so that my cock lay across her mouth, the lips parted in sleep. I settled the sensitive underside against her bottom lip and reached forward for the last two fasteners.As the shirt fell open, I stepped over her face, my balls on her lips, and ran my hands over the stretched lace that covered her tits..