.." They were good, honest, tears!" Clarise exclaimed, trying to sound indignant."They certainly should have been," Sosho chimed in. "We practiced the... enough times before you did the deed." They are both trollops and sluts," Clarise sniffed and gave Shasta a squeeze. "We have to stick together or we will never get any of his attention." Right," Shasta ventured. "I noticed you were seriously deprived for the past few ten-day." What!" Clarise jumped back in mock horror. "I thought you were my. She left without so much as a glance. Sara started pressing her foot rhythmically against his cock, and Cameron noticed that her left hand was below the table somewhere. Was she playing with herself? Cameron decided he could stand quite a bit of heat.With one swift motion, he stood up and swiped all the dishes off the table, crashing them to the floor. The pendant nearly singed his chest hair, but the only reaction from anyone else in the restaurant was to glance at the dishes briefly. A normal. We sat in a corner booth and there was only one other couple in the restaurant, since it was just five o'clock and other people, wouldn't be pouring in for at least another hour or so. while we sat and waited for our supper and while we ate our supper, we would reach down and rub on each other off and on, till we were done eatting, and finished off our drinks about the time people started coming in to eat.We left the restaurant before it got to buisy and headed home, with mom's skirt pulled up. And play. I press the button for the lift. We almost can’t look at each other, no words yet. It takes an age to come; finally the doors open. Empty. Room 1917... 19th floor. I hit the button, the doors close. I see the fire in your eyes and drop my bag. You grab my head, pulling it down, kissing my lips, mouths open, tongues fighting already. The floors start to ping by, thankfully slowly. I lift you up onto the rail that runs round the lift. Your legs wrap round me, ankles behind my knees. My.