I opened my serviette and covered his hand. As we ate, drank and talked, and that hand kept returning to my thigh, getting higher and higher each time it came back. By the time we were well into the main course, Mr Moore’s right little finger had touched my pussy. When it first made contact with my clit ring, Mr Moore’s hand froze for a couple of seconds and he turned and looked at me. He smiled at me and without even thinking about it, I spread my legs enough for him to gain better access. On my other side, it took until I had finished my main course for Mr Wilson’s left hand to find my thigh. He too froze for a second when he first touched my clit ring. I don’t know if there was some sort of telepathy between Mr Moore and Mr Wilson, or they’d pre-planned their assault on my body, or they’d had lots of practice doing it to other young women; but, without even looking, one hand came up to the table as the other came down to my pussy. The net result was that my pussy had a hand. Two young guys were standing at the urinal as Gary held a cubicle door open. Ed bundled me inside and immediately began groping my heaving breasts as he planted a huge kiss on my freshly lipsticked mouth. I was gasping for air as his long tongue forced its way into my throat. My arms were already around his shoulders pulling him against me as our hips ground together. My God! I thought as his cock pressed against my groin, that feels huge! As I opened my eyes I realised that Gary was in the cubicle with us! With a grin the size of Kansas on his face Gary began unbuckling his belt and dropping his trousers. Eds tongue felt as big as his cock as it wrestled with my tonsils. One of his hands was now unbuttoning my dress, exposing my lacy black underwear and black hold up stockings for them. My eyes were like saucers, as Garys pants were now around his ankles and his cock pointed at me. It looked about the same length as Robs, but was much, much fatter. My turn! he told Ed. Ed stepped.
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