The desire re-awakens. Angela can feel her own pulse quicken. He suggests dinner. She agrees. They take Anatoly's BMW to the Central House of Writers ...n Povarskaya Ulitsa. In Soviet times, this establishment was the exclusive preserve of the Writers Union and boasts music, carved wood interior decoration and excellent cuisine. Over the meal, the two friends catch up. Angela talks and talks; the talk a substitute for touching. It's too public for intimate discussion but she feels she can. ”Ken started to do a better job of closing the flaps of his robe, but Sandy stopped him and reached in between the opening to take his swinging dick in her hand. Her hand was warm from holding the steaming mug of coffee, and she could tell from his soft moan that Ken liked how it felt on his shaft.She took an appreciative look at his thick cock draped across her palm, then looked up into his eyes and said, “No need to change your morning ritual for me.”She glanced back down at his prick,. As he felt his orgasm getting close he jumped up grabbing her hair, guiding her mouth to his swollen dick head as he stroked the last needed friction with his hand.“AAaaaah! Get this knutt bitch! Aaaaah, shit. Open your mouth bitch. Aaaah shit!”Leslie opened her mouth anticipating the gooey salty mix that elicited Jay’s outburst. She watched as his dick head seemed to grow just a little. She suddenly felt warm fluid land on her right eyelids. She instantly smiled with her mouth gaping open and. It had always amazed her of the antics men would do to put their cocks in a woman. The activities of these blokes as they almost ripped off their clothes was comical, they were almost falling over each other. As her dress crumbled to the ground and her full womanhood was on display she wondered if in a similar position, women would behave the same; she doubted it. However, she had heard that women who were involved in 'hens parties' could let their hair down. She had never been to one but had.