Cream color silky blouse, pencil skirt, black stockings and high heels. Her look was very seductive. He wanted to kiss her long beautiful neck. The gi...l caught his gaze.“Hi. What floor do you need?”“The 58th. How about you?” He started to check her out more detailed.“Wow, forty more floors. Will talk?”“Nah, I’m fine. Don’t feel like it. Just terrible day.”“Yeah, I hear you. Same here. There are good days and there days like this one.”He noticed how girl started to check him out, paying more. Her long blonde hair hangs loose down to and over the shoulders of her tight t-shirt – hugging close to her bra-less tits, with her nipples poking against the cotton. Her outfit is completed by blue jeans so heavily ripped that we can see as much flesh as denim – and by her side she has a large golden retriever. Wide and chunky rather than tall.“I’m Petra Johnson ... I was on last year’s show – and I couldn’t wait to come back...” If anything her accent is a little stronger than when we last. ." I pretended to have trouble getting my next few words out. "I'm... uh... not... you know, ready."Suzanne blinked, then looked down at my cock. "Oh..." Her expression clouded over for a minute. "Well, it'll be ready soon, won't it?" she asked, managing to avoid any sort of explicit description."Well, I don't know. I mean, usually it's ready by now. I don't know." I tried to look flustered."Oh... Well, let's give it a minute," she said, and resumed necking. I fought with all my will to keep. Steph said "Why don't you lay back and rest up for round two?" "It's our turn to put on a show for you." If this was heaven, I never wanted to leave. They began by kissing each other, warm wet, open-mouthed kisses that belied a hunger, a desire to possess each other. Janine was on her back when Steph worked her way down her body, sucking on her very erect nipples and working down to her cunt. Janine had what I would describe as a partial bush, a tuft of thick black hair just above her mound..