It seemed a more important question now that it wasn’t part of dirty talk.“Mmmm, baby I know you want to.” Helen purred. She tilted her head dow... and gently nipped his earlobe before wetly licking his ear. “And I want what you want.”She slowly moved her hips, rubbing Jason’s lap with her rear and despite himself he could feel his cock begin to stiffen. She always had this effect on him.“I don’t want to leave her like that.” Jason said. “We’ve had enough fun for tonight.”Helen leaned back to. Well, actually, I was looking at Lee, whose face was covered with my pussy juice. I quickly opened a napkin and pretended to place it on my lap. Which he used to wipe his face.Lee wanted to come out, but they weren’t looking away. So as a distraction, I got up and walked towards the ladies’ room. This trick worked as everyone’s gaze followed me to the washroom door. Meanwhile, Lee succeeded in getting out of the table without being caught.At first, I thought that they must have never seen a. Sir Henry coughs nervously. He certainly isn't in the habit of being addressed by strangers unannounced. "Not really my cup of tea, I'm afraid." He makes to leave.Undeterred, the woman continues to enthuse. "I find it terribly erotic. Do you know the story behind the picture?" No, I can't say I do." Ah well, if you did, I dare say you'd give it a bit more respect. It's by Jean-Honore Fragonard. Painted around 1780, I believe. He went in for informal studies, when most of his contemporaries were. Sarah and I looked at each other and I think we both realized we never did eat any of the pizza from last night. After all the strenuous activity we were both starving. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it in her face as I bolted down the hall - I wanted bacon! Sarah yelled after me, "You ass, you better not eat all the bacon!" She followed me down the hall. Neither one of us realized we were still butt-naked until we sat at the table and the cold vinyl hit our backsides. Looking at Mom cooking, I.