Most people get invited back to rooms with sex in mind and I know I was thinking along those lines; Yan though was a smiley happy guy so it was hard t... read him.The door closed and I flicked the tops from two cold beers, Yan placed himself on a sofa on the balcony and I sat almost at right angles to him, as we talked Yan must have noticed the bulge in my trousers as I was only wearing linen and that hides nothing. The more we talked the more obvious I was that I had a boner in my pants, I. Ishita didn’t mind, and quickly got on her knees and began removing my trousers. I put them around my ankles and she began to suck my cock. She sucked it with a lot of enthusiasm as if sucking cock was her purpose in life. I looked down at her, here is an educated woman, upper middle-class society, with a husband who owns if not works in a big corporation, and she’s on her knees, in the mud, sucking cock with her bright red lips, like a common whore.She sucked me, and I knew I was close to. So they did. The guest reached down to help her to her feet. He pulled her close, her erect nipples pressed against his chest as he kissed her. He could taste his cock on her lips. He reached down to cup her ass to pull her closer. While neither said anything they both shared the same thought: this was the first time they really kissed. He brought her over to the couch, and she settled back, nestled in the corner of the couch. She pulled one leg back, her pussy open, exposed, and inviting.. Every move could be felt in these new tight pants and she thought to herself how she should wear things like this more often, even if just for her own pleasure as nobody else need know what shes got on underneath her clothes, and why not get some pleasure in this way, as she got little enough elsewhere. The heightened sensations that she was feeling at this moment even made putting her tights back on a more pleasurable experience than normal, as she pulled them up her soft smooth legs. She had.