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When the waitress spin around.
When the waitress spin around. I brought my previously occupied finger up to Lauren’s mouth and gave her lips a wipe. “You missed a bit of dressing, dear” I smirked. She readily licked my finger up to the second knuckle. The waitress spun around and said, “I’ll get you some more wine” as she walked away. We both erupted in laughter. Then kissed deeply, our tongues tasting her essence. I<b> wasted </font></b>no time and went back to fingering her wet pussy. Two fingers and deeper. Lauren finished her salad and appeared unphased by my attention, even as the waitress poured more wine. Soon, a large man in a white chef’s outfit (including the hat) appeared with two steaming plates. “I am Levon” he said. “I hope you enjoy your meal.” Placing them before us, he left without waiting for a reply. Obviously, he was a very busy man. I picked up a knife and fork. “Would you like me to cut up your steak, dear?” I asked, while I expertly manipulated the top button of her blouse with the fork, and slipped the knife between the fabric. She grinned. “Of course, thank you, darling.” She replied. With a tiny movement of my right hand, the thread was severed and the button dropped onto the table. Her shirt drifted apart and exposed her breasts almost to the nipples. The full, round, beauty of her double D’s always amazes me. The fabric of my slacks suddenly became a bit restrictive. I turned my attention to the task at hand and quickly sliced our steaks into bite sized pieces. |
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