He pulled off the rest of Libby’s clothes and said, “My friend wants your pussy, so you’re gonna spread your legs for him, slut!”Libby pretend...d to struggle a little, “No, please! Not here, not like this!”Libby was naked and looked so hot and vulnerable as Jeff leaned her back against his chest and pulled her legs open and held them back tightly, “Look how wet she is for you, Kent. She clearly wants your meat pounding into her!”Kent unzipped his jeans and took out his stiff prick and said, “I’m. I watched her throw her head back as she squeezed one tit and play with the nipple with one hand and the other hand she had buried in her pussy. With my binoculars, I watched her bite her lip as her body started to sway a little. She looked behind her to get her bearings, then she moved backward to the bed. She stopped playing long enough to climb onto the bed and move to the middle. I watched her position her ass on some pillows to raise her mound up a little. Oh, what I wouldn't have given to. .. You have Sasha's look, her later certainty. It's even there in your work photo." Who's the spy now?" "Just putting a face to a voice." And did you like what you saw?" I like what I see now," I say, trying to re-engage her as she continues out to the balcony. I call after her, "I bet you're the singer, eh?"She turns and comes back inside. "I write music too — most of the band's songs are mine." I'd like to hear your stuff, " I tell her, spinning a half-truth that will further my cause."She. He had short dark brown hair and intense deep brown eyes. He looked into her blue-green eyes as he kissed her hand."Enchante ... Mademoiselle..." He said to her."Kathy. Je m'appelle Kathy. Et tu... ?" She replied."Johnny." He said back to her.Kathy was intrigued by the man sitting next to her. Her lunch had arrived and Johnny ordered himself some lunch, so he can join her. He ordered himself a croque monsieur and a bottle of mineral water. Kathy ate her steak-frites with a knife and fork while.