I was expecting a great finish to the blow job but Betty straddled the chase lounge on which I was positioned. Lust sparkled in her eyes and she bit d...wn on her lower lip, hovering over me. She grabbed my cock and rubbed it around the outside parts of her moist pussy. “Do you want it?” Betty teased. “Yes,” I replied, trying to not sound desperate. Betty lowered on to my throbbing, steel rod. I felt the warmth of her pussy as she inched my stick into her tight pussy. She leaned forward, grasping. After the Italian had departed, Tony waded straight back in. Lifting his red wine, he whispered, "If it wasn't so public in here, I'd love to run my hand along your thigh right now, Sam. Would you let me?" Shit!" Sorry, did that offend you?" Far from it. It caused a minor seismic reaction 'down there', that's all."He sniggered. "Mmm, how nice. Are we a bit wet, perhaps?" That's an understatement. I could do with a panty liner right now!" I'm quite restricted myself, actually." He shuffled in. One fuller in the hips and breasts. You are a perfect example of the former a real model like figure. Cara is a perfect example of the latter. If you had her breasts I would worry you be so top heavy you would fall over all the time. Your breasts on her would be positively pear-shaped."I snuggled up to Jack finally completely happy about what he thought of Cara. I think I understood him and so said, "Thank you, I feel much better. I got a bit nervous when you seemed so into Cara's body." You. Oh what this man can do with his lips. I swear the guy can just fuck with his only his mouth. It’s such a turn-on. Soft, gentle, tongue always dancing around, and no wetness, just a soft kiss. He lets his jacket fall to the floor and I unbutton his shirt and pull it out. I slide my hands over his shoulders and down his back. My breath quickens as I touch his skin- soft, with wiry muscles underneath. He just come from work, he smells like an office. I wonder what I smell like to him when he.