All laughed at this last sentence and invited me to join them. I happily agreed and moved to their table.Well, they weren't all italians. As they intr...duced themselves, the man named John was an englishman, oxfordian studies, working as a translator, fluent in italian, french, latin and i don't know how many other languages. The two women worked also as secretaries for the same company.The plumper one, Giovanna, was polite but somehow shy, the other, Lorentana, was all flame emaning sexual. When I cum I had her open her mouth and jerked off my cock so that my cum landed on her tongue and breasts. Then I told her to swallow it and sent her over to her mother so that Georgia could lick her breasts clean. It was a great sight to watch. I noticed that Harold had gotten an erection.Then I went in and asked Harold for the money. He refused so I heated up a screwdriver on the propane stove until it was red hot. I dipped it in butter and walked over to Harold. I branded his ass cheek good. Her lips are warm and wet against your pussy. She places both hands on your hips and rolls the joint backwards, the sand beneath moves and forms a hump that keeps your pussy thrust into her mouth. Her tongue slides down slowly over your clit and you can feel a smile extend between your legs. She loves the taste of your pussy and plunges her tongue inside of you making you shiver as her teeth press down on your clit. You spread your legs slightly and raise your knees and caress her skin with. I mean, no. Not really. I mean -" What exactly do you mean?" She stroked the length of his cock with a loose fist, her hand just skimming over the flesh of his prickshaft. "Do you or don't you?" No, not regularly." Jeff's eyes flashed back and forth between her eyes and her pussy. She was rubbing her thighs lightly together and undulating her hips, thrusting them forward slightly in a very sexy and stimulating way. Jeff thought he could see the moistness on her pussyhair and smell the aroma of.