Riving back home that night, I really found it difficult to get Diane out of my mind. For the first time since Connie, I had found a girl I really fel... attracted to. With Connie, it wasn't so much a physical attraction for her as it was another quality, which I had taken to labeling charisma. With Diane, it was a strong physical attraction, plus the fact I liked her flamboyant and exuberant approach to life. How many girls would have been willing to make the kind of public spectacle of. What we didn’t realise was we had entered a swingers club, I watched as she aloud this stranger to lick and play with her juicy pussy, she deepthroats my cock and then suddenly stop and turns screaming she is about to cum, the woman stopped licking her and then it happened she realaeased her nectar she squirts all over the strangers face in a huge orgasm. Now her orgasm had subsided she stood on the seats and squat over my cock and looked at everyone as my cock disappeared in her pussy she. Until then she had spent most of her time working hard on getting it ready, while staying at Kate's house, usually alone. Interspersed in this were four heavenly nights spent in pure sexual frenzy with Hugo at his house, but she had never felt at home there. It had an odd feeling, almost like an hotel, where you could stay and you could eat and you could fuck as much as you like but it was never more than a port of call. Nor did she and Dina, his housekeeper, get on well, though she liked Jon,. “Can we meet for lunch?”“Today?”“Please.”“Beppi’s at noon? Or a few minutes before?”“Deal.”Patrick thought for a few minutes. “I’m downtown for lunch. I’ll shop and be back in mid-afternoon.”“No problem.”“Behave yourself!”“Of course.”Dad was outside when I got to Beppi’s. “Are you OK?”“I think so. But not a happy camper.” He nodded.We were seated right away. I ordered scampi and a salad.“What’s the problem?”“I think I should be happy. Between the art blokes and the ministry, I’ve more than.