When I wheel around, I find that Mason has completed up dressing. His father is toasting his fifty-eight birthday tonight at some hotel here in town, ...nd we have a duty to make merry with him close to his cheery and loving side. We can go now, Emma. Are you okay anyway? Mason asks me in a composed and impassive tone of voice. I am not all that good really. Last night, just after we had made love and he had immediately sunk his way into sleep, I had not actually slumbered until about four this. We sit beside each other looking out over the river and talk about nothing, as you lean in closer I pick you up and put you in my lap. As we drink I run my hands over you body, up and down your legs, over you curves, a quick swipe across your tits when no one is looking our way. Teasing you, testing you, until your nearly begging me to kiss you. Now I slide my hand up between your legs and rub your pussy off and on, feeling the dampness building in your panties. Now it's time for you to sneak. Minimalist touches of elegance were scattered throughout the apartment but I particularly loved the bathroom- it was so 'zen'- the bamboo bath mat and black marbled accessories coupled with touches of pink in the towels and prints of cherry blossoms. The tiles were cool against my warm skin as I leant against the wall. I was just thinking about when to bring up my feelings and how to tell her but my nerves got the better of me when she touched me.I must have been in there a while, Grace's. Deedee let out a higher pitched whine and held the back of my head tightly against her chest, her hips working a steady rhythm on my lap.I switched my mouth and hands, making sure to pay equal attention to both of her glorious boobs. She was getting frantic, holding me tightly against her as she rocked on my lap.“I want to taste you,” I said through a dry throat.“Oh!” she moaned, wiggling harder on my lap.“No, I want to taste you,” she whined. “I really want my next orgasm to be sex with you,”.