"I start for her pussy so excited to taste her again and as I start licking she moans out, "No, my asshole."Excited about this I stick my tongue up to...her ass and start making circles with my tongue. I move my hand up to her pussy, which is dripping, and throw two fingers in fucking her as hard as they are able. She's really moaning now and I get brave and straighten out my tongue and shove it into her ass. She let's out a squeal as she pushes her ass to my face. Now we have a small rhythm. She had wanted this for long time, looking at the pictures online, watching the stash of girl on girl that her dad had hidden always blaming her brother if he noticed it was gone. The playboy magazines and even the calendar which was behind her door, yet none of it was working any more, which was why she’d gone to the strip clubs. Live and in person she’d thought would be better. However now, she was about to see and hopefully feel what was like to be with another woman. Grace got back on bed,. She took it and moved to open it to see inside. "Perhaps somewhere more private" He advised, nodding towards the open door of the pub. Lyndsay secreted the parcel in her own bag and went to the pub toilets. She locked the cubicle door and retrieved the parcel. Inside was a varnished wooden case, inside of which was, nestled amongst blue velvet a bright pink love egg with a long curved tail, making it look not unlike a pink cartoon tadpole. She took it carefully and, using some lubricant also in. She looked absolutely stunning in a strapless black dress with a parting that reached up almost to her thigh. We were alone and she smiled when she saw the look on my face, I went up to her and put my hand up the parting, sliding up her thigh.“Not here, anyone could come!!” She whispered urgently into my ear.I dropped my hand, with my cock still throbbing in my trousers, aching for her.I sat down next to her when we got through the restaurant and I knew she was uncomfortable that we were this.