It’s the first time my pussy has been properly touched all night and it’s on fire. I close my legs on his hand grinding my legs together on his ha...d. He easily slips his finger inside of me before I release him. He licks his finger clean of my grool with a smile.We begin to enjoy our wine and bread. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or my incredible sense of arousal (probably both) but I decide to be bolder. Where we are sitting, the only people who could see under the table are those walking to. Visits to the main Dymocks bookstore, Venue Music, Gowings and a few other stores had all of the other purchases complete.As usual, we had a big party at Banksia Lodge on Christmas Day; pretty much everyone was there, although Mandy and Andrew didn’t stay all that long, she was running a mild fever, and feeling generally unwell. She said it was mastitis, she was on some antibiotics which should clear the infection up. Everyone enjoyed the day, particularly Fred, who was spoiled by just about. OMG..FUCK ME HARD..YYYEEESSS." upon each hypersensitive stroke. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body as each one blended into the other. The endless foray of breathless satisfaction subsided as my softening cock slipped sloppily from her gaping, cum-soaked pussy. My absences inside was quickly filled by the now-humid livingroom air as she lay exhausted below me. We kissed, breathlessly panting, as we struggled to calm our pounding hearts -- ignoring the tickling sensation of our combined. There something vaguely feminine about him which I found very appealing. "That's Anton Karswell, Phillip Karswell's boy," responded my host with an almost disgusted expelling of breath. "A singularly gloomy soul. He scarce spoke a word. If they were not so rich I'd prefer not invite either" I was drawn to this gloomy phantom. When he turned and exited the hall through a side door I quickly followed him. A maintained a cautious distance as I was unsure how he might react to being followed..