Caila closed her eyes and was barely able to listen to the question and the answers as John's artful fingers coaxed her wetness out of her as they danced around her clit. She was losing herself, and her short, suppressed breaths had James and Kris readjusting the way they sat. They had to know that John was playing with her under the table. With a deep breath and a swallow, and seconds from exploding into an orgasm from the stimulation, Caila grabbed and extracted John's hand from under her skirt, entwining her fingers into his She looked at John as she blushed, and said,<br/><br/>"I know where I would like to be kissed right now.... "<br/><br/>Caila squirmed on the stool and tried to get her skirt back down, but it was a losing battle. She downed her ale in one tip and as she sat the glass down, she stammered,<br/><br/>"Um.... favourite place..... "<br/><br/>She wanted to say  her clit, but she composed herself even as she felt the last shot and the ale spread through her limbs. She squeezed John's hand and said,<br/><br/>"my neck.... when .... "<br/><br/>She paused, almost bringing her husband in to the conversation. In all the years of her marriage, her husband had never touched her like John did there a moment ago. She looked at John and after a moment, continued,<br/><br/>"...when they guy I'm with comes up behind me and slides his arms around me and nuzzles in to my hair and kisses my neck. That is a favourite place for me to be kissed."<br/><br/>She then leaned into John and whispered breathlessly in his ear,<br/><br/>"I want you to kiss my clit..."<br/><br/>... and she kissed his earlobe gently and slowly before sitting back smiling.