The rest of the night was spent in what can only be described as a voyeur's dream, I watched the girls make love to each other, I watched as they expl...red, teased and tasted each other, I listened while they talked of old times and felt guilty when they remembered shared moments of intimacies only they could recall.Later, as the champagne weaved it's spell on us, I told them to sleep in my bed, our bed, the bed I shared with my sister, my lover and I waved away their protestations.I was tired. . and that was more important.However, Orias' visions weren't always perfect. Great powers could divert the river of the future, and I had to be careful. Part of this caution called for Cariel to be bound in chains. She was willful and not yet completely broken to my will. I trusted that the mental commands of the collar would hold her, and I also trusted that she would bait the chains magnificently for another.Still, so much could go wrong. Tonight was rife with variables, as Orias liked to. I could see Tiff’s tongue licking Jen’s lips, tasting her own cum at the same time. They kissed for quite some time until Tiff, turned over and rolled Jen onto her back. She grabbed my hand pulling me towards Jen.“Fuck her pussy Jeff, make her cum.” Tiff said in a husky voice.I climbed between Jen’s legs and guided my cock into her dripping wet slit. I slid in as easy as a knife cuts warm butter. Never have I been inside Jen when she was this wet. I started to move in and out of her in a slow. She enjoyed seeing them twist and move on their skate boards and imagined what their smooth sexy tanned bodies might look like or even feel like..!This was Wendy's dirty little secret. Even thought she was in her 40's, Wendy hankered after younger men. Her fascination with them had begun when she was in her mid 20's. She would look at them and wonder what it might feel like to touch their young smooth bodies and even imagined what it might be like to have a sexual fantasy experience with.