She wanted more as well, lifting her ass until I could bring my mouth to it. Millie was nice enough to steer her fingers to Julie’s clit, and her mo...th and other hand to Julie’s tits.“Bite them,” Julie moaned.I came, but kept fucking for a few seconds until Julie came. Easing off my mouth from her sweet pussy, Millie slowly eased down and embraced her new lover. Though I hadn’t gotten her off a third time, she still purred before mouths sealed. I gingerly pulled my softening penis out of Julie,. I mean, face it; our first two outings were with big groups of friends. This was really the first time we’d been out together where it was just the two of us. He opened my car door for me then scooted around to drive me home with some nice jazz playing on the radio. When we got to my place, he opened my door for me again and escorted me to the house. My heart was going about a mile a minute and I knew I was about to make a huge blunder and say, ‘come on up and stay the night with me.’ But just. I think I learned this beside Uncle Ben on his little sailboat when he said, “Five knots,” and prodded me to take a guess as to the length of the windy course we were taking to a goal site twenty miles away.Of course, he tossed in necessities such as statute miles versus nautical miles and speed through the water versus speed made good because we were bucking an incoming tide pushing against the outgoing current and that’s why the boat’s knotmeter and the gps’s speed number don’t match.So I was. And the pearls. Always the pearls. Tonight she wore them so that they fell along the fold of her top, plunging into the depths of her neckline and disappearing, inviting any passing the eye to follow the strand down.At at the bar, she sipped at her martini (her signature drink for these games, with three olives speared on a drunkenly leaning cocktail sword). She sat at the ready to swat down the approaches of any men attempting to buy her a drink.The game had changed in one significant way: he.