..My arms around your long slender legs... soft sensual kisses moving upward...Soon my lips find that wondrous mound a different wetness against my ch...ek...Your swollen bud beckoning me...Eager for my hunger...Your eyes locked upon mine...The warm waters swirling around us...As each of us are lost in our own ecstasy...My hands slowly trace the contours of your body... my mouth moving to your breast...Searching...I find and enclose one nipple feeling its hardness grow... my tongue traces around. "What are you doing?" you say. "Be quiet and don't move or you will flood the place" I reply.I start fingering your pussy. Oh no I shouldn't you protest. I replace my fingers with my tongue. This quickly changes your mind."Oh god that feels good" you say. You pussy is soaking wet. You push your pussy deep into my face. I tongue your pussy until you have an orgasm. "Oh fuck me" you tell me. "I need to feed your cock". I ram my dick up your pussy building up a steady rhythm. I can hear you. “Why’s that?” he asked.“You actually care,” she said.“Of course I care,” he said.“That’s what I mean. You hire out for sex ... but it’s not like you’re hiring out for sex.”“Look,” he said. “I’m not in this for the money. It’s nice. It helps. I’ve been able to help my sisters because of it, but that’s not the deal here.”“I know that,” she said. “That’s why you seem so different. When we were in high school, you were scared to death of me.”“If we were back then, I’d probably still be scared to. I could see our waiter had pitched a tent in his pants. The last cook who came out to clear the last of our plates wasn’t shy in the least and just ogled both of the girls. It was time to cash out. The counter was in front of the pass-through window from the kitchen. The cooks were staring through the window. Kelly asked our waiter if he enjoyed the view? He was focused on her tits as I was trying to pay.He turned beet red and started to apologize. Kelly said, “Please don’t apologize. It’s a.