“More,” Shelly asked? A nod from Steffi and Shellyunbuttoned the silk blouse and reached inside to feel the sheer bra that was being asked to do a...lot of work holding all that tit flesh in place! Steffi was now squirming in her chair, opening and closing her legs, trying to put pressure on her now wet pussy.Continuing to work on her tits, Shelly could feel her own vagina beginning to secrete fluid, and both women were now feeling the familiar ache deep inside their cunts. Not able to ignore her. As soon as I released her legs, and slipped out, Mandy stood up and pulled her trousers up.“I’m going to have wet knickers all the way home,” she smiled. We checked out and started the drive home. All the way, we would catch each other’s glance and giggle like teenagers. We were nearly back at Mandy’s house when we passed the road up to Black Hill; it was a notorious spot for lovers and dogging.“I thought you would be taking me up there for a last fuck,” Mandy joked.A quick U turn, and we were. She looked at my glass and said, “I’ll have what you’re having.” Jane, the bartender, was watching us with her usual ironic smile. I pointed at my glass and raised one finger. She nodded and poured a shot that the usual Friday waitress, Faye, brought over. I handed her the usual $20 bill and she smiled, and after my guest turned back to me winked and walked over to the bar. I vaguely noticed them shaking their heads and smiling as I turned my attention back to my new acquaintance and asked her. Shortly after, at about 2.00pm his cell phone rang and it was his Managing Director telling him that the shit had hit the fan at their project in Thailand where they were building and equipping a huge new car parts and engine plant for one of the world's leading manufacturers and that he was to get there ASAP or the time penalties would cause them to take a substantial loss instead of a handsome profit. Of course Mary was furious at him for not explaining their plight and saying he could not go.