John reached under and started rubbing Emma’s clit with his two fingers, nice and slow. This got her gyrating her arse as though to urge someone to ...ill her up. With this taken as a hint, John took hold of Stuart’s cock and slowly guided it towards Emma’s soaked pussy. Rubbing his head into Emma’s lips quickly got his cock wet, and so he slowly started to push his bulbous cock end in. Gradually Stuart started to move faster, with each stroke going deeper. Emma’s pussy by now was completely. She sucks in my cock, making exaggerated moans as she slurps the little pool of cum. We sit there for a minute, my heart rate slowing down to normal. I look at my cell again and my eyes bug out. "Shit, we've been here half an hour." She laughs and still licks at my cock. "I don't care babe. I didn't have anyone else lined up today," she gives my cock head a kiss. "Damn I have to get going though," I say wistfully. Normally it's a bullshit lie, but I really did have some business I was going. "And what sort of work do you do, Mister …?" "It's Johnson, but please call me Stephen. Stephen Johnson," I said holding out my hand. She grabbed it firmly as I continued to answer her question. "I'm in construction and down here consulting on a project at the airport." "I'm Julie. Nice to meet you, Stephen," she replied as she let go of my hand. Her champagne arrived, and she lifted her glass to me. "Cheers!" "Cheers! So what brings you to Sydney, Julie?" “Just a work conference.” . They were just as firm as I had imagined and sensitive as well judging by the choked moan that escaped Joan's lips when I pinched her protruding nipples and she sort of leaned into my hands, wanting more attention to them.I obliged but only with my left hand the right one was already traveling down her slender side, past the hip and almost all the way to the hem of her dress but didn't quite make it so I had to take a hand-full of the dress in my hand and pull it up so my hand could sneak in.