Becca pulls her head back and gasps for breath. "Oh, sorry!" Stacy giggles, red in the face. Becca smiles. She bites her lip and leans in for more. "T...at's enough," Cara critiques. "Becca, dear, suck on Stacy's nipple. Make it get as hard as it can in your mouth." How did I get here? I can't even think I'm so excited. Becca latches onto Stacy's left nipple and wiggles her tongue against it frantically. She gasps as she tries to breathe while keeping her mouth fixed around Stacy's plump breast.. Just then she looked up, as a Mediterranean looking guy pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. The girl at the bar was watching her, as were several of the customers. She smiled at me. Recognised me? Another girl was in the booth, also being fucked. I couldn’t see her clearly, but there was something familiar about her. I walked towards the door, and said goodbye to the guy, whose name I still hadn’t remembered, then headed for the changing room, hoping she’d not seen me, but fearing she. I finger fucked it fast and could start to feel her cumming."YES!!!" she screamed.She pulled me up and we started to kiss, our tongues rolling around inside our mouths."Now it's your turn," she whispered. My world spun as she spun my over so that she would have better access to my body. She started to lick my lips, then my nipples, pausing to nibble on each one separately. She moved down and surprised me by licking the inside of my belly button, her nose pressing against the stud of diamond. It pushed her further and further, until, with a keening moan she was launched. She sailed, weightless, nothing but sensation. She took a deep strong breath and continued her flight, bucking and thrashing. God this was heaven, the thought. Slowly, she calmed and sank back into the tub. Keeping her eyes closed she searched for the man. She didn’t want to be alone anymore. Now that she knew, she had to be with him, have him with her. She longed to share her home and her work and even her grotto.