’ ‘And they didn’t get it, did they? You know as well as I do that all they want is to get into my knickers, as you so elegantly like to put it,...�� Sonya interrupted again, but still grinning. She seemed to enjoy my rather ‘basic English’ vocabulary (Sonya’s term) and often took the rise out of it in a friendly way. ‘I can’t say that I can blame them for that either.’ I smiled back at her. ‘You’re one beautiful and very sexy looking woman, you know. Especially in that damned bikini or that low. She took a step towards me and a moment later I felt a hand reach down to my groin. ”Nessa!’ I said, shocked that she’d do this in such a public place. She didn’t reply, and instead took her hand and slid it inside my shorts to grab my penis. ‘You know you can’t do this here,’ ‘What, don’t you want your hot little sister playing with your cock in public?’ She bit her lip and looked me in the eye. ‘Or am I not hot enough?’ She reached behind herself with her spare hand and the next thing I. “Really? That would be awesome if...”Brianna’s eyebrows raised and she cocked her head.“Alright, what do you want?”“You know what I want. Don’t make me say it. I’m not fond of begging.”Bethany’s eyes shrank into a squint as she gazed at the dark beauty for a few moments. “You want to be Juliet.”Brianna’s gaze lowered to the table. “I’m not asking you to give up the role completely, but it’s a dream for me...”“Done. Take it. I’ve been Juliet a dozen times. How many performances do you. " The fact it was her chair addedso much extra spice to the event. Even the loud sound of telephonesringing in the background didn't distract me from my masturbatoryheaven. I crouched, pumping back and forward almost animalistic,gasping and groaning - my cock felt so energised and hard as steel andseemed to impel me to satisfy its need for stimulation. I had losttrack of the time and the minutes flow by.I crouched, thrusting, pumping, gasping, drooling - and then, "what'sgoing on?" It felt like.