But, my grandpa must have been losing his patience with his friend's dawdling: I could hear the metal chair sc**** across the floor."Here, Ben, sit he...e," he beckoned, "check this out!" His friend stood up abruptly. I could swear he was a bit annoyed at being interrupted, but he followed Grandpa's suggestion. I heard him sit down and he gasped out loud. I could just picture him staring right at my throbbing pussy. I got all tingly just thinking about him getting such a close look at my no. He kissed over the soft skin of her neck then up to her jaw, as he did she turned her head and met him once more in a kiss, as before it started slow, soft and gentle, but the pace was far greater this time, it deepened faster and before either of them knew it, as they had been before, their tongues were dancing, mingling and exploring, they were clumsy, inexperienced and inebriated, but they didn’t care.He placed a hand on her bare thigh and squeezed the bare flesh, soft and giving, he. His words almost made me come again. As I looked up again I saw Poul moving back and sitting in the large sunchair. Jan moved between my legs and for a second it seemed so weird that I tried to close my legs and sit up, but he was now between them so I couldnt close them for him, and the hands on my breasts forcefully pushed be back down. I could still se Jan unbuttoning his trousers, but I couldnt see his penis, but I wanted it so badly. I stretched my legs around him and pulled him towards. Sipping my second martini, I realized he had move the zipper up and was touching my clit and I (a) was liking it, (b) two other guys had joined us and were intent on my skirt no longer hiding his fingers at work (c) I should find a change of direction so asked why he called himself Zee.He looked strangely at me and told me his name was David then I realized he never had confirmed his identity. I discovered I was not with who I expected. I also realized he had been stroking my clit quite a while.