He kneeled down and got so close to my womanhood that I could feel his breath on me. He then leaned forward and planted a kiss right on my clit, then ...issed all down my slit until he reached the opening where he inserted his tongue. I cried out in pleasure. It felt too good to hold in."Don't. You shouldn't." I managed to say.He looked up at me wickedly. "Don't? You don't like how good my tongue feels?"He licked up and down my slit again, making me even more wet, and flicked his tongue lightly. "Nothing goes unnoticed. Anyway, you're eating here tonight?" Yes, we are," said Richard. "But I reckon it ought to be on the Parish Council." Why?" Between us we cleaned up all the fly-tippers' rubbish at the old borrow pit this afternoon." Did you just? Harry!" he bellowed. "Did you hear that? These two cleared all the fly-tippings from the old borrow pit this afternoon. Parish Council going to stand them dinner?" Not a hope!" replied a tall weathered individual who Richard did not know. "No. I gazed at her boobs like they were the only ones in the world. It was spectacular view right in front of me.The other girl seat down on left half of my seat. The bench was very narrow and I had to put my legs tight together, offering my hard dick even less space to breath. Because the lack of the space, girl leaned her left leg on mine. Her firm fleshy leg was nicely rubbing my jeans and I closed my eyes for few seconds imagine groping her nice legs. I was sitting there surrounded whit three. I replayed my sexual tryst with Mo and dreamed of her with my dad at the dinner tonight. She was such a sexual dynamo, I dreamt her stealing off with one of my dad's clients. For some reason, he was a Texan with a big cowboy hat and white snakeskin boots. She started blowing him in a back hallway at the restaurant and when discovered by a cook, he ushered them to a back storeroom. Maureen being the exhibitionist slut she is, asked the cook to stick around and began servicing them both. As.