He rubbed her leg and got closer to her pussy but before he could reach his goal the waiter came over with the champagne. Paul didn't move his hand aw...y and as the waiter placed the glasses on to the table he noticed the waiter's eyes looking at Chrissy lap. Paul continued to rub her thigh and without resistance Chrissy opened her legs further and knew exactly what Paul was trying to do.The waiter took his time putting the final glass down and it was impressive that he didn't spill any as his. The pain stopped as I withdrew, Katia began to lower her legs, thankful it was over. I quickly flipped her and she was face down on the desk, her sore breast cooled by the wooden surface. Relief was short lived. The trickle of oil on her asshole warned her of what was to come.No! No! No! not there!, not my ass. I said No one asked you. Katia felt my knees push her legs apart as I settled in behind her again. I reached forward, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. I yanked her head back,. "Sorry Miss Waters, everything of Ryan'sis long since gone, since he 'left', nobody needed it any more." Thethree women gave a slight laugh at that, since Grace HAD BEEN Ryan alittle more than three years ago and now she rarely even wore jeans,preferring to wear skirts whenever possible. Grace McCarron had becomeone of the most feminine young women imaginable, as well as one of theprettiest.Surprisingly, given who his parents were, Kevin had never had anytraining, not even in how to either. This whole thing started the very first time I rented a compilation porn for us back in the late 80s and we watched an interracial scene in a very awkward silence as this massive black guy fucked this white woman. I was caught off guard by all of this because this was a first for both of us and I actually got really jealous because my wife watched this hung black man, who was "much" bigger than me, without any objection. Although when I asked her what she thought, she simply said she was not.