"He turned to meet the next arrivals.Tom and Briony moved on to be met by a waitress with drinks. Both took a soft one. Tom led Briony on and introduc...d her to some of his section and their partners. Conversation was easy and Briony was pleased to be able to put faces to names.Behind the greetings Clive's mind was working fast. There was no seating plan for tables of eight. No doubt the Chairman and Chief Executive would expect to sit at his table. He would have to persuade them that it would. More hands than I can keep track of stroke and tease, cup and grip until I’m drowning in a sea of sensation. I writhe and twist beneath the onslaught, my body responding with wanton pleasure even as my mind tries to be outraged - tries to calm my body’s wild response to this other’s presence. But it’s no use - I can’t deny the intense pleasure building inside me. I’m lost in the bliss that comes with the freedom of being unable to do anything but respond to my body’s pleasure.Hands frame my. ‘Matt!’ she groaned, ‘I…I…I’m…oh, God! I’m coming! Yes! Ah! Ahh! Ahhh!’ ‘Me, too!’ Matt’s hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he doused her insides with his scalding fluids. Eventually, they slid to the floor of the shower and sat next to each other against the wall. ‘You are incredible!’ Mary told her young man, her chest still heaving. ‘You aren’t too bad…yourself,’ Matt replied. His breathing hadn’t settled down, either. They finished their shower, dressed, and went down to the. .. they're fuller then any other woman's I've ever seen, and perfect for placing gentle, puckering kisses anywhere I want. Soon his gargantuan, bloated baby-juice bags were covered in my saliva and effort, gleaming from the effect.Then IT started to rise...It was barely turgid as it slapped into my face, and then rubbed along my cheek on its upward path, my eyes following it with wonder. The humongous pillar of man-flesh writhed a little as it stiffened into place, towering above me; a long,.