I was too busy kissing you to notice that. I slip my bra off from underneath my nightgown. You watch appreciatively, noting how the fabric clings in a...l the right places and definitely enjoying the view. You slip your hand inside the top of my nightgown and start playing with my breasts, gently exploring at first and quickly moving to playing with my nipples, one of your favorite things to do. I try to hold a moan in as you suck on one nipple as your hand teases the other. You pull your mouth. He ran the palm of his hand up her thigh, letting the tips of his fingers creep into the hem of her shorts, creeping up her buttock a little, before he pulled it back down and started again on the other leg. Next he ran his tongue gently around the bottom of her shorts, tasting the sweet saltiness that had escaped and wet the fabric, and then gently tugged the top of her knickers down, gently exposing her buttocks. He spat onto it, letting it run down onto her asshole, and then he gently. A dining experience unlike any other offered on this continent, or in the entire world!"Once again he was interrupted by applause and a few happy shouts, but the Chef seemed unperturbed, even as Frank grabbed a rather large handful of something Miranda couldn't identify except to say that it was on a cracker."Here at MY restaurant," Troy went on, his wary tone indicating that he wasn't one for long speeches, but wanted people to know who to thank at the end of the evening, "you will be able to. "Nothing," he sputtered, trying to hide his now-shrinking cock."Doesn't look like nothing! Where did you get this?" I snapped, picking up the porno mag and flicking through the pages. I got to a few that were stuck together and frowned. I didn't speak but kept paging through the magazine."One of my mates brought it for me," he mumbled."And why are you wearing my underwear?" I asked him."I like the feel of the lacy material on my bare skin," he said in a tiny voice.I put the dirty magazine in.