‘Uh … my dear, I couldn’t find words,’ I sighed, trying to catch my breath and reorient myself. ‘Any words. The English language was almost ...ntirely wiped from my mind.’ That was partially true. I couldn’t think of where I was or what I was thinking, but the past several minutes were much like a particular time with Robert when I intentionally bent down from the hips to pick up a scrap piece of something off my kitchen floor and he drove me to the table, ripped my pants down, bent me over the. But Claire didn’t spit it out.Instead, she did something I’d only read about. She stood and, locking mouths together, gave me tongue that was slippery with my own jizz. I was tasting my own sperm for the first time, from the mouth of a goddess.All I could think of then was that this was the first time in my life that I’d cum in Claires’s mouth, and I’d blown it. I’d jizzed like a horny young guy who’d seen his first porno. No control at all. I’d failed her.“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean. ’ And almost as one the girls removed their outer layer so that all six of us were standing in front of the eight men in our shirts and ties, stockings and suspenders and navy blue school knickers. ‘Ok,’ I said, ‘I guess that’s a rather nice view for you to start with but, before we go on to the next stage, I think that you guys may need to loosen your trousers or take your cocks out because they’re liable to starting to feel uncomfortable trapped inside your trousers as we proceed. I can see,. Helena caught the lovely accent of the waitress asking them if everything was satisfactory. Helena couldn’t help but adore her striking features and her soft tone. Her red hair sparkled and Helena stared at her backside a little too long when she left the table.By the time the evening had come to a close, Helena secretly lusted for a glass floored lift that she could enter and wave goodbye to Ewan as he looked at her. She was out of luck, there were no glass floored lifts at the Art Deco. Ewan.