“I know, I am not deaf,” John said, a bit exasperated.“Why didn’t you say anything?”“Maybe because I didn’t want you to come here. What?...Are you displeased with the accommodations? Tough luck, this isn’t Drena,” John continued without even looking at Dion.“All right. Who took a piss in your food?” Dion asked, a bit annoyed. He was usually tame, but this John guy was hitting a nerve with his attitude.“Wow, I didn’t know your type knows words like that,” John mocked. “Look, princess...”“My name. Brown said as he moved the hand closest to me onto my thigh. The movement of his hand made me more confident with what I was doing. I opened my lips and took the tip of Mr. Baker’s head in my mouth. Ever so slowly, I worked more of him into my mouth, ensuring that I licked every inch of him as it touched my tongue. The feeling was a little strange to me. He felt like a firm sponge. Mr. Brown had been right that he tasted wonderful. The more of Mr. Baker I got into my mouth, the farther up my. She granted it, and our tongues lashed around inside her mouth, and I got wetter and wetter downstairs as the arousal got the better of me. She threw me on my bed and continued kissing me before finally breaking off and kissing along my collarbone. She kissed me once in the centre of my chest just above my tits and I thrust my chest into her face, desperate for release. "Settle down tiger, we mustn't rush perfection" she murmured, her lips just brushing top of my left breast. I felt my nipples. . I can't help it! FUCK ME! That was intense. Ahh! It is a beautiful cunt. He is a lucky man. And Christa is a lucky girl."Even Ric was startled at this, but the effect on Christa was far more dramatic. Ric had been between her legs for quite a time now and she was close to an orgasm anyway. Hearing Francesca say such dirty words, well to Christa they were anyway, and opening admiring her cunt just added to the excitement and the overall effect was a bit too much. Christa also cried.