An involuntary moan escaped her lips as her tender groin started throbbing. Tami smiled and bent over to hold the girls new growing cock. The tender m...at was growing rapidly, dark red in color with several notches growing along the side. Deep purple veins ran through the shaft, hypnotizing those who stare. Tami didn’t hesitate for a single second to swallow as much of the corrupt cock as possible, rolling her studded tongue around every inch of the foul erection. When it grew too big for her. I discovered her bra size is quite generous, as she would lean forward and rest her tits on the table while emphasizing a point of conversation. We drank wine with each course, and I admit to becoming a bit hazy - I'm not a drinker. I backed off, and began to drink water between sips of wine. She was not following my lead, and was truly enjoying the wine. Her tongue was getting very loose. She stopped talking for a moment, then leaned forward again and said "You KNOW, I was really glad you were. All were seeking the answer to the age-old question, "What is worn beneath a Scotsman's kilt?" "Only that which God has graced me with." "Nothing ma'am, everything is in fine working order." "If I were to wear anything beneath it, it would be a skirt." James was accustomed to this line of questioning. Ever since he had joined highland regiment, he had been inundated with it. Soon however, the fervor of his arrival died down and he was able to enjoy a dram of Oban. It was nice for him to relax. After brewing some coffee, I had turned on the news programs but I couldn’t keep my hands off of Kayla. We cuddled and I clung to her. For her part, she was really good at providing me so much tactile pleasure. Her hands roamed all over me, her titties and tongue roamed all over me. Plus, it was so exciting to watch our action reflected in the mirrored closet doors. The room began to reek of sex. We were both coated with a fine sheen of perspiration. It was so wonderful, I never wanted.