She hung her head backwards off of it while willingly opening her legs to offer her freshly waxed little slit to him for the taking. She was moist and...slightly agape, ready and willing to be taken as his sacrifice. Eric stood over her as she opened her mouth again to allow his more manageable cock into her throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she closed her lips around it. She could feel the familiar ridges and veins on it while he slowly slid back and forth through her lips. She could. But the sisters were convinced they were dressed in an acceptable fashion and allowed me to seat them.I ordered a bottle of Riesling, which is a dry, semi-sweet, sparkling wine while the girls went to the ladies room to freshen up.They had already informed me that with the hotdogs and other junk food they'd had during the game they wouldn't be eating a meal, so I ordered dessert for them, crème Brule, which would be light but very enjoyable with the wine.When they returned I saw that both girls. In a surge of passion he scooped her into his strong, chiseled arms and laid her down on the bed that would soon become a haven of unbridled lust.Panting heavily, he hastily removed his pants that had become a prison for his throbbing member. As soon as it was freed, the object of his desire grasped it with dainty hands and began caressing it with the most delicate strokes. Swiftly losing all abandon, he let out a moan which caused her sex to convulse in a reaction of anticipation and become. Beautiful Carl.I feel my insides warm and my skin flush. Carl stands when he sees me.“Surprise,” he says calmly in his own adorable way with a shrug.“You did all this?” I ask. He nods. “For me?” He keeps nodding.“Well, technically,” he adds, “I didn’t cook. I picked it up from that restaurant we love downtown.” He steps towards me, takes the umbrella out of my hand, throws it into the other room, and takes both of my hands. “But trust me, you did not want me cooking.” He smiles, and I lean in.