"Come sit, my slut, and we shall see what gustatorial delights he has sent us."Paula blushed suddenly, remembering that she was now wearing no panties... and that her legs were wet with the juices of her excitement. Perhaps she would be allowed...But no, Kevin guided her to the chair next to the waiter. He held it for her as she lowered herself onto the cushion—and as she sat, she felt his fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, holding it, lifting it, and baring her moistly glistening. It was going to be difficult at work, I'd be bumping in to her almost every day. There were going to be a lot of awkward silences in the coming weeks.I'd finished the dishes and was drying my hands when Lena appeared in the kitchen. She was fully dressed, and was sort of half smiling,as if she was trying to stop herself from crying again. I dropped the dishcloth by the sink and went over and embraced her. I held her tight and she hugged me back. She spoke gently in my ear and said, "I'm really. It was open enough so that I could easily see her nipple from where I was sitting. I continued rubbing Cindy’s leg. My hand was now completely under her dress. She pressed her leg into mine and slipped her fingers up the edge of my shorts. My dick was pointed downward in my shorts. I thought she might get a surprise if she went much higher. Cindy continued making slow circles with her fingers on my upper thigh. I looked over at Ray to see that his hand completely hidden under Kristen’s skirt.. “Oh yeah,” he said, placing his hand on my ass, sliding his fingers down to my pussy. “Are you nice and wet for me, little lady?” “Yes,” I whispered. “Good.” Both of his hands grabbed my hips and I bent over slightly, placing both hands on the brick wall. He pulled my hips back toward him I felt his cock-head searching. We both groaned when his head found me and popped inside. With a few thrusts he was buried deep and he held himself there for just a moment. And then he fucked me. Jesus Christ,.