'If you stop, I stop.' I say, and immediately your hands are back in the water and ratttling dishes around. I stoop down and take my hands from under ...our top and stroke my fingertips up the back of your legs lifting your skirt up as I do so. 'Oh thats not fair' you say. 'You stop, I stop.' I remind you. Laughing again the rattling sound starts again but you shift slightly opening your legs a bit wider. I kneel behind your and run both hands up the inside of your thighs to just touch the centre. ..she leads me upstairs to a huge bed...(silk sheets..mirrors...)...as she pushes me down onto my back it turns out to be a water bed.....then she straddles my face mmm the scent of her... 69 oh 69... spreading the silky,slippery,pearly cuntlips I bury my face.. my tounge deep in her.. the luscious taste of her fukjuice ...she's liking this ...moaning.... sukking....I slip 3 fingers into her gaping fanny....and keep on tounging... sukking her erect clit.....squeezing and squashing her georgeous. .. love... loveTake my breath awayI cried... It was the most romantic (given the circumstances) thing I had ever witnessed, all done for me! I was shocked, and flattered. And then I knew for sure, not only did he love me, but also I loved him. There was no question about it. I absolutely, with all of my heart loved him, and he felt the same for me.We sat in the back of the room, holding each other, just enjoying the feeling."Hungry?" he asked"Yes... after French, starving..." I replied"Me. And I sure wasn't going to ask questions; I was just going to enjoy it.As that first evening progressed, I found myself starting to notice Beverly more and more. She served us dinner and I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off of her. Her tits looked a bit bigger than what I had remembered, and her tight blouse seemed to accentuate them even more. I knew this was going to kill me if it kept up much longer.Even at the dinner table I found my cock growing hard, and there was nothing I could do.