“Nothing special.”“Ehm... , well, of course,” she muttered. Then she found her smile.He nodded.“Or should we hit the Carlton?” he asked. �...�The Orangerie?”The Carlton was the posh place Julia had disastrously taken her to. It had a sumptuous dining room, but next to that was a rather cute lunch place, situated in a glass greenhouse-like restaurant called l’Orangerie. There were palms and orange trees, rare birds in cages, and shielded niches with rattan furniture.It was a place famous for romance. Just then, Heather threw her head back into the cushion of the loveseat, gripped his hand on her breast, her pussy contracted on his fingers, and her juices shot out onto the loveseat and floor like her pussy was a squirt gun. She came like that a number of times before her body relaxed and melted into the loveseat once more. She just sat there for minutes, breathing heavily. ‘That was neat! I can’t believe it really works! How did it feel?’ He asked. Heather slowly turned her head to look at. I was tired from the return to a regular schedule, after a summer of sleeping till 3 p.m. and staying up till 5 a.m.. I went to a restaurant bar that was near my apartment. Having had little time to meet new people, I only really had two friends on campus, guys from my high school, but they were both busy this weekend with some activities with the school band. So I decided to go out alone to see the town and maybe meet some people. I entered the dark and noisy restaurant, obviously a place. My hand stayed on her head, so I knew how much she was thrusting her lips on his cock. I surely didn't see me having a three-way with Hunter and Mason, but life was throwing me extra sexy curveballs that night.I kissed him like a lover, and we were both already breathing quite heavily too. We both heard the slurping sounds from her as well, so all our reactions were warranted. He applied a lot of pressure on my tit and hurt me a tad, but I didn't mind.Even when we were having fun in that.