"Whoa, what are you doing?" he asked."Well, get on top of me and cover me up," I suggested.He did just that, and made sure my boobs were covered. We b...th looked around, and it seemed no one noticed me topless just yet. We both had talked about it, but we never did it. Now we actually had a chance that we didn't plan on. I was gonna have to convince him to do it though."Make love to me, Max," I whispered."No, people will see us," he said."I think you'll get off on being watched, and everyone. She pulled away with a 'gross' expression, then licked them and soon leaned in for more. She shortly agreed that the flavor of the second pussy she ever tasted was also delicious. Gary toyed with the F-cups now in his face as his wife dug deeper into fresh pussy. "Let's make more juice." I told Dani. Still using just two fingers in Whilma's deeper and bigger well, one of mine and one of Dani's, I rubbed along her internal clit until her legs twitched. Dani grinned at me. I moved her finger up. He was always miserable and rude. He had a thick German accent and constantly spewed his vitriol. Fortunately, Jarne, a Belgian chef and Helmut’s second in command was far more pleasant. I, therefore, always made sure to be at his service station during functions, so as to avoid Helmut’s bile.Jarne was always affable, and as time wore on became friendlier towards me. He was a big strapping lad and slightly over six-foot tall. I had no idea what his hair looked like because of his chef’s cap,. Jennifer tilted her head back and he kissed her mouth hard again as he began to unbutton her blouse. Dennis let the shirt drop off her slender shoulders as he made quick work of the clasp of her bra. He then resumed his powerful manipulations of her spectacular, bare breasts as she groaned weakly in approval.After a few minutes he gradually slid his big hands down her tight, flat stomach and unbuttoned her jeans. Jennifer could only whimper as Dennis slipped his hand into her pants and traced.