I-I need to get away from this place for a bit. How does lunch sound?... Yeah... No, can you come for me here?... Okay... oh, anywhere we can grab a b...te and... and have a drink or two..."Amanda glanced at the thickening clouds over the mountains west of town as she headed home from school, rushing a bit in her eagerness to get home. She hoped the rain would hold off, even as she saw with some chagrin that some of the clouds were already flattening out on top as they rose, driven by the heat of. ."I was feasting on the thought of him filling my little pussy, feasting on it. I had the feeling, and the words and the actions down before any of it happened. I had had just enough of other kinds of sex that weren't vaginal intercourse, so that I wasn't afraid of my sex feelings at all. When it became clear that Cecil was telling the truth, that he had no plans for filing my little pussy hole, I was disappointed. I got all pouty and sad—this image of this sexually sophisticated lover that I. My wife pushed back the chair and I could hear her heels click as she walked around the table. She stopped in between her two guests and the faint sound of whispering caught my attention. A couple steps later, she bent down and slightly lifted the table cloth. I thought she was reaching to touch my face in a loving gesture rewarding me for a job well done when she grabbed me by the ear and pulled me towards an end of the table, as fast as I was moved, the cloth at the end was lifted and a chair. "So now what do I do?" Maggie thought to herself.Before she had to decide Anna had wriggled out of her strapless top and slid her skirt down over her hips to the floor. She was braless. Maggie caught herself giving Anna the once-over as well. She smiled at Anna’s deep brown suntan, broken only by two lighter brown triangles over her breasts. Anna's nipples were larger than Maggie's; her areola a darker pinky brown too. Both of the women's nipples were hard. Maggie looked at Anna quizzically..