I slid into the passenger seat and we took off even while I was belting in. He consulted a handheld device and drove. "You okay, Hawk? Not shot are yo...?" Where did that hokey accent go? Why shouldn't I just pop you one right in the mouth?" I asked with some heat."Well, I kin a get 'er back iffin that's what you want," he said with a grin. "Or I can just cut the crap and fill you in. Your call." I bet you think you're clever, Asshole. Give me the details," I said with resignation."There's good. By this time, I had made up my mind to feel that hot body. But little did I know what else I was gonna feel that night in that stranded lift.We chit chatted again for another few minutes. But this time, shamelessly eyeing each other’s body. “34 or 36,” he asked. I was shell shocked at his audacity but kept my calm and asked him, “What do you think?” He was cleverer than me.He replied, “I can’t tell exactly. I need to use my hands to know the exact size.” I couldn’t reply immediately but then I. Caitlin leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Okay, compliment, he said. Chris and Caitlin ate their steak, baked potato and salad as they talked. Chris would occasionally run his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. Caitlins underwear was soaked before the end of the meal. They both cleared the table. Chris took Caitlins hand and led her to the couch. They sat down and just looked at each other. Caitlin leaned over and pulled Chriss face towards hers. She kissed him, hers fingers gliding. I couldn’t believe it, my lips held Iris’ swollen clit tightly. There was no time to get my head around it all; the hand tugging on my cock, my arse invaded by the finger. Iris was breathing heavily. The flash went off again and again.Just the one finger, fucking my arse as my cock was wanked and my tongue flicked, flicked, flicked at Iris’ swollen bud. I was a little ashamed to realise I enjoyed the sensation, and so I concentrated on Iris instead, dipping my tongue into her pit, the taste and.