Patti's eyes were still upon Terry, but she obviously couldn't answer.  Those sultry, full lips remained split about his saliva-slickened length, her mouth warm and inviting as he allowed it the freedom she'd been subtly requesting.  With hands still gripping his waist to either side, the woman slowly started to thrust her, head giving a little twist at the peak of every other forward shift which set his bulbous tip grinding in various ways against her throat.  Given a few of thee, she withdrew.  Strings of shimmering spit clung to him even as she pulled away, those devious eyes still glimmering.  She licked her lips only to sit back, hands drifting down and over her lap.  Patti's fingertips were soon curling under the lower hem of her dress, drawing it higher and higher up over those toned, milky thighs.  Her knees had begun to lift just after she kicked both heels off her feet, the tiny black thong worn beneath now visible as its scant triangle covered her most private folds.  She licked her lips.<em>"I'm even gonna let you come inside me,"</em>she promised with a delectable hiss.<br/><br/>Kat, meanwhile, was having trouble maintaining her composure.  Geoff's kisses were one thing, but that gentle massage paired with the wandering of his other hand had her breaths coming in deep, livid bursts.  Soon enough her own thighs had drawn apart within the slacks she wore, her tummy taut and firm as he ran his hand down the silken flesh.  She spoke to him in choked whispers, aiming to remain unheard to Terry.<em>"I want you..."</em>