He'd been watching a man and women deep in almost conspiratorial conversation when a short dark man appeared beside his table. "The Comtesse suggested...that you might need someone to show you around."Clegg looked up. The man was neatly, almost fastidiously, dressed. His hair slick, greased, flat against his scalp almost as though it was painted on. A thin moustache stretched across his upper lip."Eduardo," the man said extending a hand. "Mr Clegg?"Clegg shook it. "Freddie. Call me Freddie. Would. My mouth opens more and my lips form suction around his dick as he starts fucking my mouth. Slowly at first and then quickly gaining momentum. His dick is going deep in my mouth, slipping further into my throat. He moans loud and picks up the pace and roughness. He keeps going for several minutes until at last he holds my head still and blows his load straight down my throat. Thinking he was done with my I stand up and go to leave. Then I am caught off guard as he pushes me face first into the. As he felt her cunt squeeze him, his own climax rocked his body. He shot jet after jet of cum into her as he continued to thrust until he was completely spent. He felt shaky as he lay down beside her and gathered her to him. She was still trying to catch her breath. "That was..," she started."Fucking amazing," he panted.They spent the rest of the day naked, playing together, feeling and tasting each others' bodies. He brought her off again with his mouth. That evening they were sitting on the. It was a fun way to cap off a special day. We were all getting pretty silly, and Margaret showed a side of her that I hadn't seen before. It should come as no surprise that I like to incorporate a little sex talk into the conversation, and my old teacher didn't seem to mind at all. The classy lady put her reservations aside when she appeared to doing oral favores on one of the breadsticks. Erotic and hilarious at the same time. The sexual theme was dominating our dinner, and Dj suggeted we go.