We enter in the restaurant and the owner said to us that we can sit where we want. So we decide to sit in a table that was three step higher than the ...loor with mirror behind. The owner looks like a carribean and was about 30 years old with athletic body and a nice face, he was wearing a tight T shirt (that enhance the image of his muscle!)and flax large short trousers (not tight). We take place and then he come to our table asking what we want to drink, while he was talking to us about fact. I could tell I was very close to orgasm which I am sure she realised as she worked it up and down deep into her throat. As my own climax welled up she looked me in the eye, the sexiest look I have ever seen, her eyes sparkled against the subdued lighting as my own orgasm was released deep into her mouth as she sucked every last drop of the most amazing release I had ever experienced. Donna moved up close to me and we were as one, coming down from the most amazing high, just gently listening. "Laughing Patrick asked, "Really?" What! A lot of people have a fear of flying!" Yeah, but you go like, 190 miles an hour on a bike and you're cool with that, but put you in an airplane and you go to pieces?" Hey, on a bike I'm in control, on a plane, you can have any pot smoking, drunk off their ass amateur pilot that can't fly worth a shit! And don't even get me started on the planes!" So why are you going up?" That was the deal I made, it's either you and me or no one." What?" Well, it's. In her mind's eye, it was Alex’s hands that were reaching the elastic of her French knickers and harshly pulling them off before resuming. It was Alex’s hot breath that whispered against her pussy lips before she felt the wetness of his mouth as he probed her lips open before dipping his tongue inside her causing Cerys to arch her back and gasp at the pure decadence of it all. She felt a flurry of excitement sweep through her at the thought of Jefferson catching both her and Alex in bed.