Sorella Magiore is one of the finest Italian restaurants in northern Michigan. Being on a side street, there is not a lot of parking, so a moonlit wal... was in our cards. She took my arm, and pressed her breast against it. Plans for evening delights flitted through my head, until I resolved to savor the moment. And there was plenty to savor.The waitstaff was engaged, on their toes, and thoroughly knew the menu. Their counsel was taken, and the results were, like previous visits, an explosion of. I cocked my head and gave him a coy look as I unzipped my ski jacket slowly. He leaned back in the tub with a wicked closed-mouth grin. I slithered the jacket off my shoulders, slid each sleeve off one at a time, and tossed it to the side. My hips swayed into a slow figure-8 motion as I pulled my sweater over my belly, my rib cage, and stalled over my breasts. His hands motioned up, signaling me to show him what was underneath. I turned around to pull the sweater over my head. I turned around. Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I had my sister graba hair from her hairbrush. She's Ashley's little sister's friend." All right. Then you took one of your own hairs and dissolved it inthe potion from the red bottle?" Yes, yes, okay, but can we talk about how I'm going to get Todd tonotice me?" And you put the stuff from the green bottle in your drink, and thestuff from the red bottle in Ashley's drink?" Yeah, sure... wait. Green in my drink and red in hers?" Yes." Oops." Well, then. How close. “Are you ready?” I asked with a broad smile on my lips.“You bet!” She exclaimed and using our respective elbows as braces began rocking our hips to and fro. ‘Big Richard’ was certainly that. In addition to being long – at least eighteen inches from one set of glans to the other – it was around two inches in diameter and filled my pussy a treat. I loved bouncing upon it and my clit rubbed along its top just as the shaft rubbed my ever so sensitive pussy lining. What’s more, with our mouths free.