”“You mean they were having a ‘69’. Would you like to try it?” She nodded enthusiastically and I inched my way down the bed so that she coul... turn around and straddle me. She lowered her cunt onto my mouth and then resumed lapping at my clit ‘upside-down’. It was a repeat of her earlier supreme efforts at rug-munching, but enhanced when she’d periodically react to the sensations that I was giving her at the same time as she was with me. We each shared another ‘rip-roaring’ orgasm, mutual this. Any kind.”He waved the waiter over and ordered me a glass. His smile was strangely friendly when he looked back at me. “All you need to do is ask, Johanna.”“Thank you.”“You’re perfect for this job, aren’t you? All blushes and blissful ignorance. All ‘thank you’ and ‘yes, please’. Drinking something you don’t like because I ordered it. Not speaking up and saying you are repulsed by what I ordered us for dinner.”It was like I was sixteen and getting berated by my father again. The feeling wasn’t. She was one of the pair who'd had the dildos inserted. Now somebody had his hands between her legs and was moving them. The woman had her arm around his shoulders and was moaning each time he pushed it in. As everyone watched she began to breathe harder, and then she stopped. A flush stole across her tummy. She gasped and pulled away from him. She removed the dildo, breathing hard, and then turned and kissed him."That would have loosened up the last cocktail party we went to," the woman said. Her body melted into mine. I broke our kiss and chuckled. “Was this planned?” I asked. Jillian grinned and said “For weeks! It just took us a long time to work up the nerve to ask ourselves over for dinner.” “I’m glad you did.” I replied “but... You don’t mind the gray hair?” She smiled and said “I LIKE it” and ran her fingers through my short hair. We kissed again and I ran my hands over her back and then her bottom. I kissed her ear and then her neck, lightly sucking.