"Very nice," I told her. "Take them off," I added. She smiled playfully and got up from the table. "No," I stopped her. "Not in the ladies room. Right...here," I instructed. She gasped. Feeling both vulnerable and I assumed also aroused, she sat back down. "I can't!" she said. "Sure you can. Nobody is watching. I'll keep a lookout behind you and you look over my shoulder," I said. She looked around nervously and adjusted in her seat. As she adjusted she flipped her skirt back so her thonged ass. The champagne Serena told them was a gift from friends at the fledgling Trenton Aerodrome and airport. She never asked questions about how they got it. She gathered 3 glasses which came with the room and thoroughly cleaned and rinsed them out a few times. As the newlyweds got out the food, Serena also got out of her sweaty and dirty clothes. A part of her wanted to soak in a nice hot bathtub, but her tummy growled reminding her of her physical hunger. Her loins burned with desire as she saw her. " All right, fun's over guys. Vikki here needs a good fucking," I looked down at my jutting cock and then I looked at the four of them, "and I don't think you cut it do you?"Seconds later they were off looking for other naked females to inflict their rather dubious charm on.Vikki then chose to laugh. "Actually if you'd been any longer they might have done very nicely, but I wasn't about to tell them that." She looked at Martha and her mother. "So, who are your friends?"The mother knelt on the. Slowly, she returned her attention to her nipples, playing with them, experimenting with the volume of the noise she dared to make. Once, when she moaned particularly loudly, someone looked up at her. Though her first instinct was to step back out of sight, she managed a smile, and almost to her disappointment, the man kept walking.The rush from this interaction spurred her on, and she removed her clothes. Another moan escaped her as the cold air teased her wet pussy, and she slid a finger.