Then Nikki got up and dropped her trousers and panties to her ankles too and started again wanking furiously. I must admit, I felt a bit overdressed w...th my cock sticking out of my trousers but thought I might kill the moment if I dropped mine. I shuffled forward to get a better view of these two wanking beauties and had my left knee between Nikki’s knees and my right knee between Sam’s.We carried on like this for a while and I noticed Nikki’s breathing was getting a bit ragged so I was. I thought we were alone when I'd asked her, only to be surprised by Archie and the girls, Maria and husband, Giorgio and the rest of the bar-staff, all bursting into the lounge- and all carrying the biggest bottles of champagne I had ever seen."What would you have done if she'd said no?" I asked my mate later in the evening, standing at the bar while my new fiancée went round showing her new ring off to any customer who happened to be in front of her."Well ... Then I would have ordered double. I read the tag, Vanity Fair, size 7. A dusky pink color, quite plain, with elastic running under a sewn hem at the waist. A cotton panel inside between the legs was covered by the outer panel of nylon; I imagined what that must feel like over the imagined soft folds of her pussy. The legs were circled by an expensive looking elastic with a row of decorative stiches. They were not brand new, and not at all old looking. The crotch showed a crease down the center as it it had been pressed between. I thought of a hundred things I might do. This had become a living daydream. A living daydream that clearly directed as how I should just jam my cock into her, and pound away until I shot my cum into her pregnant womb. God, how I wanted to do that! But just as suddenly, she pushed me away. With the flat of her palms against my chest, she pushed me away from her. Leaving me half-standing, hard cock bobbing, poised at the ready. And her legs splayed… gaping… with her pregnant wet arousal drooling.