“You aren’t mad at me?” she asked.“No. Not at all. I shouldn’t have done that.”“It’s OK. You stopped when I said ‘no’.”I stood u... and hugged her. When I released her, she put on some music and sat back down, but far enough away that it was clear the kissing was done. We talked for a bit, and then it was time for me to leave. I decided to try a little Swedish.“«Får jag se dig igen, Sofia?»” (“May I see you again?”)“«Ja visst! Du kan svenska?»” (“Of course! You speak Swedish?”)“«Bara lite.» I’m. Exploring the soft wet flesh with my fingers made me sigh. Oh fuck, this felt so good. Teasing myself I led one finger slide up and down, from the entrance of my greedy cunt to my sensitive clit and back again. I imagined to be my fingers his tongue, teasing me, tasting me, licking up my freely flowing juices.Sighing I spread my legs further apart. Somehow it did not feel right. His fingers then, touching me, exploring. Slowly, all by himself one of my fingers slid inside me. The other one. “I’m horny and I want it now,” I said looking straight in his eyes. “I understand… but wait, let’s go to home,” He offered to fuck me in my bed or may be his. “I want to suck you now,” I said and with my efforts and him loosing control over his slutty daughter, I succeeded in pulling down his pants to his knees. Now while I was undoing all the buttons of my shirt and then took it off, he didn’t even try to pull up his pants. He was just staring at my nice 32B size tits. I slipped my hands in. But I had the blonde’s arse to savour and it was equally good. Her puckered rilled private starfish was so tasty in its indents and so inviting and yet so tight.I equally realised as I teased them both, using my finger to keep the arsehole denied my tongue happy, that both girls were Friday night sex shaved ready for my mates. I could only be thankful I was in accounts and not on the machine team, because boy I hoped the hydraulics were fucked, because I knew I need a fair amount of fucking.