Something to solidify what we imagined was there, and to see where it could all go.Our next meeting was set for Sunday. A private brunch; something fu... and interesting and enabling us to take things to the next level if we wished. Something that would allow her to sit back and enjoy, a chance to speak more honestly than we could in public, but also to be led to her own pleasures. It was agreed that I would show up with our brunch. So I spent Saturday shopping -- for farm fresh eggs for. Her nipples were really sensitive nipples and moaned lightly. Hooking her fingers in the waist of her shorts, she slid them down to her knees and, leaving one hand to maul her tits, I reached down and stroked her pussy lips through the damp gusset of her knickers. She pushed her knickers down her legs and I slid a finger into her pussy. She grabbed my shoulders and, fucking her with my index finger, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. She kissed me again, harder than before and wrapped her. . Moving her soft hands with even softer touches down your top Reaching for your breasts. & you buck up towards her Trying to force them on her Offer them to her & she stops.... Stops kissing Stops touching... Stops moving with you & just looks at you With a hunger that nothing can satisfy A thirst oceans can't touch & you let out a single Low But earnest Moan... A moan you've held back your whole life A moan from. This time she found the stairs to be no problem though she was a little sore. On her return she found the two men both in high spirits, both sat drinks in hand waiting her return. She knew then they would walk this path again, but tonight was now over, though she dint bother to dress. It was Edwin who confirmed her worst or perhaps best fears, they had fallen to planning Christmas, the two toms were off to their families, the remaining three other than a dutiful visit to mum for Tim, and the.