Not the chaste air kiss that I expected from one girl friend to another but a deep lingering lip-squirming tongue-swirling passionate invitation that left my head reeling and my cunny trembling with desire. What the fuck was going on here? Astrid linked arms with me and marched triumphantly into the restaurant, hips swaying and a big beaming smile on her face. The diners, at least every man there, had followed her walk to the door and had been therefore unable to miss that kiss. It was certain that the eyes of every person in the room followed us to the corner table where a charmingly teen young Italian waiter stood ready for us to be seated. As I sad demurely on the chair he presented to me I distinctly felt his hand brush against my naked shoulder. The touch was fleeting but enough to evoke a shudder at his touch and a warmth deeper in my body. What was going on? Astrid winked at me. “So what would you like to eat, Sam.” She said glancing warmly at the waiter as he spread a spotless white linen napkin perky over her thighs. Hell, she was almost licking her lips at the man. “I’m not sure, perhaps a salad with some chicken?” I answered. She smiled and ordered the same for herself together with a cold bottle of Pino Gris. When the waiter had gone Astrid leaned conspiratorially towards me and lowered her voice. “I college need some advice honey. Some girl to girl honesty.” I nodded, intrigued. “Louis sat me down this morning and said that he wanted more, that our marriage was getting stale and that if I wanted tight to keep him from leaving I had to come up with something pretty special.” She grimaced. “I know I’m a bit wild and like to show off my body in public but we’ve hit a rut and I don't know what to do about it. Sam, darling, you always know how to fix things like this. Trouble is, I'm as horny a hell at the moment and I can't think straight." I put my hand over hers on the clean white linen tablecloth and wondered if I should tell her about our discovery of Cat and Daniel. I didn't know Louis that well and wasn't sure if swinging was his thing. I guessed Astrid would be up for anything the state she was in. Just then we were interrupted by the waiter and our food so conversation died away as we tucked into the tasty salad and the deliciously chilled wine. Soon our plates were empty and the bottle too. I decided I would tell Astrid about our new friends and I began by explaining how we had met them. Astrid's eyes opened wide as I told her how my husband has virtually been seduced by Daniel's wife and how they had both woken me with their delicious dicks. I could feel myself getting wetter and my breathing heavier as I recounted our return match in our apartment this morning. "Wow!" Astrid exclaimed. "Sam, I'm student amazed!" she grinned. "Oh, I'm so jealous. Just the thought of Peter's dick is making me so hot." I realised that Astrid wasn't going to be put off by the thought of swinging with Peter and me or, even more interesting, a possible six-way. As I thought about this I felt something sliding up the inside of my leg and instantly realised that ir was Astrid's bare foot. Without thinking I widened my legs, hidden by the full tablecloth, and allowed her foot to slip further until it was nestling in my dampened crotch on my wet panties. We went adorable quiet for a moment savouring the sensation and I raised my own foot to meet Astrid's crotch. To my surprise I found that she wasn't wearing anything down there and my big toe slipped easily onto her engorged clit. I wished for a moment that I'd not put any panties on either. Now, turning our attention back to this case, what was your reaction to student Mrs. Brighton’s testimony yesterday?” Barbara jumped out of the pool and went over to a cooler. Once next to the bed he slid the knife down her chest to the collar of her shirt. Finishing the ensemble was a gold ankle bracelet on her right leg above her platform teen beige shoes. "Yes!" the sensation sends shivers down adorable your body. Michael didn't resist when the chef turned his head toward Lilly. I took a deep breath, prayed to any god that would listen, and clasped the knob. A Drowzee had showed up. She was panting for air. The girl was slightly more developed than Danni, her tight hips had perky filled in, but college still had A cups, dirty blonde hair. Chalk that up to peer pressure, I guess. Everywhere I looked, there was more incest. She was still high but not peaking anymore.