At last it was time to get ready. I dressed carefully. The dress I chose was suitable for an Indian restaurant. I couldn’t go dressed as if we were ...oing to the Ritz. It was a simple black number with a square neck, tight waist and buttons from neckline to waist. I don’t wear silk stockings too often, they are too expensive and damage easily but, well, I wanted to so I did. The new suspender belt looked lovely I thought and a couple of times before I left I lifted my dress to see what Teri. At night he would complain he had a headache or was too tired. Once I was getting the Big ‘O’ from making love with Jimmy. Now It was all a Big ‘Zero’. My hand began to rub my clit. Slowly at first and then faster. My toes began to curl and my back arched. Pleasure began to radiate from my clit as I rubbed it harder and harder. The pleasure took control of my body and when it reached my toes and hands it returned to my clit stronger than ever. As the ricochet of pleasure intensified, I cried. ‘I’ll rub it on your cock first.’ She insisted. I leant back resting my hands behind me on the table. Michelle tipped the bottle side on and dribbled a small amount of the oil over the thick purple head of my cock. With a delicate touch of her finger tip, she dabbed a little and lifted it for me to try. It was indeed a very strawberry flavour, sweet at first with an oily, but not unpleasant, aftertaste. “Quite palatable. I wouldn’t mind to rubbing it all over your tits.” I offered. “We’ll see.”. Rob walked into the living room, unsure weather he should sit on the sofa, knowing it was one of Lisa's favourite places to have sex. Instead he looked through her DVD and book collection as he waited for her.It wasn't long before she came back down, her hair dried but still down, the t-shirt and trouser pyjamas replaced with a summery dress finishing just above her knees, the inch wide straps coming half way down her back. She suggested that they make the most of the weather as it was already.