” I grinned that innocent grin that usually helped get me laid regularly.Our drinks arrived, and I held my glass up and said, “here’s to the bea...h and beautiful friendships.”She clinked her glass with mine and took a nice swallow. “Oh that’s so good!”“What? The cocktail or the toast?” I asked.Looking at me she laughed and said, “both!”I loved the way her breasts jiggled when she laughed. No bra underneath. Just a hint of erect nipples.We both broke up over the silly quip and I asked, “What can. “Yes! Yes! Finger my pussy!” I obliged, gently pumping my digit in and out, slowly stretching the circle of flesh protecting her most intimate entrance.She kept kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, as she ground herself against my finger. Her whole body continued to tremble, as apparently her orgasm never quite fully subsided. I searched and found the nerve-laden coarser area inside, and concentrated my fingering to that area. She was gasping for breath, moaning “Please, Please, Please,”. 'Better take them then and I'll get a tissue," she replied.Rob stood up and dropped his trousers and she went to her handbag and took out a handkerchief. Rob had sat back down and Mrs Barratt wrapped the handkerchief round the end of his cock. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips and slowly rubbed him. In seconds he was cumming and spurting into the handkerchief and her hand.She said he should go to the bathroom and as he went out she saw the spunk on her hand. It had been years since. Chapman himself that had me so eager to please. As my hands bobbed up and down his shaft, and his hands kneaded my breasts, I felt his chest rise and fall in front of me. I looked up at his pecs. They were big and firm in a masculine way. He had small nipples that balanced his pecs out perfectly. I leaned forward and gave one of his dark nipples a lick, and I felt him shiver a little as I did, like the sensation surprised him. I flicked my tongue out again for another lick and he moaned. With.