I giggle to myself, then pick up a tub of lotion and slide my fingers delicately across the thick, creamy moisturiser. It smells like raspberries, swe...t and fragrant. I rub it into my skin, caressing my tits and stomach, moving downwards towards my inner thighs and back up again.This time I'm rougher, repeatedly pulling at my nipples and dragging my nails across my stomach, leaving faint red lines behind. I bite my lip and suck in my breath. I need your fingers, your lips, your hands, your. Kir Royal, a mixture of champagne and crème de cassis, was, I knew from visits to Paris, a vulgar drink for people with more money than taste. (Yes, I am being catty and, no, I don't apologize for it.)After a couple of Kirs and a few minutes of chatter, we all sat down at the table and dined on lobster and pasta. It was delicious. I had two large glasses of white wine and by the time dinner was over I was feeling comfortable and chummy with Tony and the three couples at the table. They were. Gloria had the coffee made and as I poured myself a cup Gloria said:"Tonight lover?" I don't know Gloria. It will depend on you and what you feel like doing, but you need to know up front that in six days the girl I'm seeing will be home and when she gets her she gets my time." I don't know who she is lover, but I do know that she can't possibly take better care of you than I can." Did you quit school?" Of course not." Then you will be going back to Texas as soon as the holidays are over. Last. He pushed the door open revealing a standard size motel room, empty apart from a large double mattress in the middle of the floor. He positioned Amy down on the mattress and then closed the door. It was fairly dimly lit, but a few rays of light shone through the gaps between the wooden panels boarding up the windows and more came from the open one foot square tiny window at the top of the rear wall.Jorge quickly pulled his jeans and pants off, allowing his massive prick to swing free. He knelt.