Sam grin’d at her and sat back down and drank his coffee. She shook her pole a little as he finally had to ask. ‘Did that old man leave you the fi...h? Was his name Pete Johnson?’ Abby’s mouth dropped in shock as she jerked in her chair. Looked back at him and tilted her head down with her eye’s looking up. Her lips curled up into a grin. ‘Maybe,’ she finally said. ‘You’ll never know.’ She was toying with him and keeping him intrigued. She sat there giving him little looks and even stuck her. He directs a rising tide of increasingly agitated questions towards the woman, barely pausing for answers. Finally, he gesticulates in exaggerated frustration and rises up off the seat and wanders out into the corridor. It occurs to you that when men ask questions, they already have an answer in mind that they do not want to hear. The woman has shifted to the window, looking out with seasoned calm at the rolling green meadows as they start to surrender the scene to concrete. Concrete bridges.. Joe was at the door to the sauna and was making no attempt to leave as he watched me getting finger fucked and casually wanking off the older guy sat to my right. ‘Come in Joe…’ I teased and within seconds he was beside me and my new friend. His hands immediately grabbed at my tits and he pulled my bikini top down so that both guys got their first view of my breasts. ‘Suck them boys, I want to feel your mouth on my tits’ I giggled as I put my hand inside Joe’s shorts and fished out his. I can feel your trembling tummy muscles as my tongue traces ever lower, and your breathing has taken on an air of anticipation..... I feel the your little landing strip brush against my tongue, and I take a few seconds to enjoy the feel of it tickling my tongue. I lift my face and smile at you, then lower my mouth again.....I hear your disappointed moan as I kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh a few inches below where you want my mouth so desperately now....but I'm not going to make.