I didn’t know if he was wearing a condom and right at that moment it didn’t matter. I had my own pussy juices flowing down my legs. He pulled out ...f me and I was left with an empty feeling. Where the heat of his body had been there was a sudden cold breeze but before I could move hands gripped my hips and my tightly clenched pussy was forced open again. This was different, it seemed thicker, I felt the head pop past my tight muscles. A slight rocking motion and it moved farther in with each. When the waiter had left and they both had taken some sips from their glasses of wine, Lola’s partner leaned in across the table. Lola leaned in to meet him, allowing him to see down her dress and admire the outline of her breasts. He told her to spread her legs slightly and reached his foot across the table to part her feet. She obliged and blushed again, feeling exposed. Though he could not see Lola’s vagina between her spread legs, the knowledge that she was displayed brought him great. The one that as I put it 'she seemed to be an item with.' It transpired Jack had managed to frighten him off. Seemed it happened a lot. When I commented on it she just shrugged her shoulders. "Uncle, I'm not a slut, although I did sleep with them, but I didn't like any of them enough to stand up to Dad over it. It's still useful to be able to live at home just at them moment. I've got a lot of debt to clear before I can think of a place of my own." I dropped the conversation at that point as. Jack was a gentleman by instinct and, at first, he tried to keep his comments , modest general and appropriate. He soon found hat wasn’t what Jessica wanted. If he held his tongue, pretending not to gawp at her curves, she’d direct his gaze round her body as if she were stress-testing his libido.“How do my tits look in with the push-up?" she’d ask, leaning forward to show off her bulging bust. Jack, a half foot shorter than Jessica t withouher heels, was often made to stand on chairs or tables,.