DAMN! I thought as I took another shot. Then I heard a voice behind me... HER voice talking to the girl seated next to me. The girl introduced her and...her boyfriend to the table saving me for last. "So we meet again" she says as she tells the group of the mix up at the bar. "I'm Samantha Conners and this is Mark. It's nice to formally meet you!" I shake both their hands and offer them a glass of wine. Luckily, Mark is the "bro" type of guy so he started babbling to the other guys about how. He opened his eyes and wasshocked to see Meghan below him, her lips sucking on one of his erectnipples while her fingers played with the other.Tom gasped. "Meghan!?"Meghan reached up and put a finger to his lips. Tom moaned, his cockrising slowly to attention as the pleasure eminated from his breasts.Meghan looked down and sighed in response as she began to navigatearound to remove her own panties and shirt. Tom kept his eyes closedfor the whole things, marveling in how differently his. Wiseman, what are you staring at?” I demand. He nervously clears his throat & his face turns red from embarrassment. “Once again you're trying to see what's under my skirt, you're such a pervert. Drop your pants & bend over the desk” He shuffles around the desk & presents his ass. “How many times have I told you, no looking at my pussy without permission”, as I slap his milky white cheeks red with his desk name plate a dozen times. His pathetic penis is trying to get hard. “Look at your prick. The gloves were stowed in her pockets, she couldn’t interact with the monitor through them, and constantly taking them on and off was becoming a chore. She took a few photographs of where she had found the plant, and then switched on her translation software.“What do your people call this plant, Sleethe?”“Purple flower,” he replied.“Ok ... helpful.”They moved on, Lena now knee deep in the muck. She struggled through the rough terrain as tangled nets of smaller roots from the weeds and shrubs.