She got herself a glass of wine and joined us.Martaseemed very comfortable around mike perhaps cause he was so young, she joked around with him and to...d him she was impressedby his hard work.She would go and get us more beer as soon as our bottles got low,we sat around for another hour and I said we better get going cause it was along drive to get mike home.On the ride home I asked mike what he thought about marta,Hesaid she was nice.I asked him would you do her.He looked at me and said hell. He knew their conversations, their pre-prepared answers to the normal questions asked in polite society. He knew their flirtations, and he was bored. He thought back to the morning, of a letter he had received from his great-uncle inviting him to stay at their Surrey home once the Season had finished. Lefone smiled, he cared a great deal for his uncle, and the break from city life to the quiet country would be pleasing. He had already sent his reply in the affirmative and to expect him. All in all, the chair was quite comfortable, despite how old and odd it seemed. What I found odder was, if I had been unconscious, why was it I was not sore anywhere. How long had I been out? I found that I was in a bit of an awkward position when I awoke.As I settled upon these thoughts, I began to feel uneasy in the chair, as once again I felt unseen eyes on me. The strange unease that had first hit me when I had looked into Freyja’s eyes, was now increased by a huge margin. I slowly got my. Our tongues danced between our soft bites, staying close together like they were tangoing. His lips were firm. His kiss held urgency.“I’m going to love watching her fuck you. It’s so hot--the way you look when someone is going down on you.”“Yeah?” I giggled. I tugged his shirt over his head. “What a coincidence. I also think it’s hot when people go down on me.”He lifted my skirt, exposing my lace panties. There was a damp spot over my pussy. “You’re so wet, baby.” He moaned. His cock strained.