She sucked my lips and I sucked her tongue. We kept kissing each other. I liked her neck and kept kissing her neck. She was moving her hands all over ...y shirt.My hands were glued to her boobs. I was pressing it and in the process, it almost came out from her bra. We kept on kissing without minding the surroundings. I moved to her chest. I removed her pallu and started licking down from her neck to her cleavage.I gave a small bite. Ouch, she gave a sound. I then tried to remove her blouse. But. I shouldn't mind watching it, too." We'll do it one better, Henny. While Erik opens the white wine and prepares a couple of welcome-drinks, we'll go upstairs and dress for dinner. Are you game?" Sure. And I'm very hungry, too. I haven't had a bite since this morning. The things you've prepared look terrific."They disappeared upstairs. I opened the chilled wine, and then I mixed 3 gin and tonics. I had just placed them on the glass table when I heard the 'girls' coming downstairs. Wow, what a. After the body waves subsided, she allowed herself to lie back, tingling all over, but still able to watch the best show she had ever seen.Stephen was slowly and rhythmically making love to Carly. His hands on her hips, he withdrew almost to the point of his dick coming out, then pushed back, his glans rubbing firmly on the front of Carly's pussy as it went back in. The sensation was ecstasy to both."Oh, Mom ... I love you so much. I love to be inside you." Stephen Honey, you are my lover. I. "The refrigerator yielded a large pan of lasagne – enough, indeed, for three, let alone the two of us – wrapped in foil. A post-it stuck to the foil gave re-heating instructions, ending, 'Use the oven, not that infernal microwave.' Who was I to argue with la maestra?"There is broccoli here," Jen commented."Oh?" It would go well with the lasagne. Nutritious, tasty, full of vitamins, quick to cook."I shrugged. "Go for it." I confess; I rarely worry about food. At home I eat Signora Rossi's.