He had a different idea. My shirt gaped open, revealing my small round breasts supported by a see through white lace bra. He didn’t waste time and ...ompletely engulfed my breast with his mouth, swirling his tongue around my erect nipple. He licked and stroked magic and I could feel my juices soaking through my panties. My nipple wanted to burst through my bra and reach out to his mouth screaming lick me, suck me, pinch me hard. My knees buckled. I wanted to be fucked, I needed to be fucked. I. ’Donald moves her in front of her chair and reaches to the center of the table. Besides the salt and pepper, and a carafe of olive oil sitting there, he pulls a small glass jar with a glass lid towards them. He lifts the lid, dips his fingers in and covers them. He brings his fingers to grease the plug and Emma’s hole. Feeling it, she realizes it is lube. ‘There will be a jar of lube on the table from now on?’ she wonders.Somehow the thought of this just sends lighting jolts through her. “Okay, okay,” she smirked. But Diane knew her friend well enough to realize she still had hard, young cock on her mind.For the rest of the lunch, no matter how the brunette kept trying to steer the conversation away from the cock picture on her phone, she couldn’t stop thinking about her son’s impressive organ.By the time Diane went back to her car after lunch, her pussy was feeling hot and damp. Elise had only made things worse with one suggestive comment after another. Diane spent a long time. ‘Selfish, self obsessed beasts,’ he thought, ‘craving attention and love but giving nothing in return, the monsters!’ He walked past a bar, hanging round outside were a group of young men dressed in the fashion of the day, baseball caps, trainers and low hung jeans. ‘Tough guys!’ he smirked to himself, ‘Tough when they’re drunk and outnumber you but soft little pussies on their own. I’ll cut you, I’ll carve you, I’ll kill you but I’ll take my time.’ But not now, the moment wasn’t right. .