My heart nearly stopped at the scene in front of me. Hanna's shirt was gone, and she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. Her eyes were closed, a...d her body seemed to be trembling through the end of an orgasm. She was still milking my cock with one hand, pulling on it to make the drops land on her chest. Her other hand was spreading my cum all over her skin. Most of it was on her left breast. Her smaller B cup breasts were too small for her stocky build, but her big nipples made up for. I would have continued, but Scarlett’s mouth had done its work too well. Knowing that she was a neophyte I tried to warn her. “Scarlett…Scarlett, I’m…oh God!” Pulses of thick white semen rushed from my cock straight to her stomach. All told I sent six long ropes into Scarlett’s mouth before the orgasm ebbed. I was a sweaty exhausted mess when Scarlett released my organ from her mouth with a smile.I was gasping for breath when I asked her, “I thought you…told me it would…it would be a long. I expect him to begin to rub me with his fingers but instead he begins to press his face against my gusset and rub and massage his cheeks, his nose, his chin and his forehead against my increasingly wet pussy covering. I feel myself begin to juice up and realise how I am getting a kick out of this too. John proceeds to lick my gusset and then finally gets his hands in on the action and runs one under the front of my panties over my pubic hair, then down, slowly down until he is gently touching. Her co-workers all stopped their conversations as she looked at him and he tried not to drown in her eyes."Michael Anderson," he said by way of introduction. "The merlot really needs food to be drinkable. It goes very well with the chili for example." Claire," she said, smiling at him shyly. "And this is Renee, Sue, Tom, Alice, and Gary." She took a small sip after introducing the group and everyone said their hellos and reshuffled, allowing Michael to stand next to Claire at the bar table..