She looked to her husband for reassurance but he was just staring at her. Eventually, she unbuttoned her trousers and allowed them to fall to the floo.... She was wearing a black g-string, thus giving Andrew, behind her, a glorious view of her cute bottom. Andrew told her to kick her trousers to one side and then stand, facing her husband, with her legs slightly apart. He lingered behind for some time, admiring the view."Dave always did like g-strings," he murmured, "I can see why. I've often. I felt a little too stretched out with Steve. Also, I can deep throat you." I also told Mary that I was very impressed by Sue's ability to handle Steve and about her moaning. Mary was really impressed with Steve's tongue work; she said he was a bit reluctant to go down on her. "Well, obviously, they found the right person for each other." "As I did with you." We smiled and kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.We awoke fairly early the next morning. Everyone said they had a great night of. I stop and you stop beside me, I pat your head and run my hand down your back, you smile timidly at this unexpected treat. I run my hand down your ass cheeks, and between your legs and feel that you're wet. "I want you to turn your ass to me," I tell you. You obey, shuffling into the position. Your bikini bottoms are soaked between your legs and the white fabric has turned transparent, revealing the delicate outline of your pussy. "Is my little slut aroused by all the attention she's getting?". Of course, she did that too. But we're getting ahead of ourselves.We met on Saturday night, at a coffee shop local to us. She was quite late, which—in the interests of fairness—I must admit I found to be a turn-off. I believe this was a one-time thing, though, as for the rest of our time together she was largely punctual. We had spoken over the phone the previous evening and the conversation had flowed freely; this same pattern continued in person. I was pleased to note that my concerns about.