Then I started to lick my lips as I approached her on my knees. "I bet Trish couldn't do this, huh?" She said while I shook my head no. "It's a gift."...hile on my knees, I took my right hand and started rubbing her clit. With my left, I was holding her leg up so it would be easier for me to suck her pussy. I dropped my mouth down, then I kissed the right side of her pussy and then the left while she was gently moaning. "Oooooooooooooooooo. You're good at that too! More please!"I stuck my right. This time he gyrated his cock inside her, nearly driving Irene to insanity."Oh, my God," she said, "what are you doing?" You like that?" Oh, do it again. Please, do that again. Oh, yes I didn't know a cock could do that. Oh, that's so wonderful; it's like your cock is dancing inside me. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Fuck. Fuck!"Irene grabbed his buttocks, making him push harder and deeper with every heart pounding thrust. Cries of pleasure turned to grunts and groans with Irene making most of the noise. “May I join you?”“Sure Paula.”“Do I know you?”“I would have thought that you would remember the guy you ate lunch with almost every day in high school.”“MICK!?” She almost dropped her tray on the floor.I managed to steady it and get it on the table before she pulled me to my feet and gave me the kind of hug long lost friends would share.“What? ... How? ... What?”“Paula! Slow down. Sit. Eat. Talk.”She took a seat straight across from me and after two hours of slowly eating and second chocolate. She did wear her favorite black stockings and garter belt. For a dress, she wore a knee length, black lightweight knit number that buttoned up the front. She unbuttoned the dress to mid thigh and left several buttons undone on top to reveal her cleavage. Her scent, Chanel, finished off the outfit.The sides of her breasts were obvious under the dress and I knew that her nipples would be clearly displayed if they hardened. She topped off the outfit with her favorite high-heeled sandals. She.