It wasn’t bad.I got up after breakfast, and walked to the Sightseer Lounge. I sat at an empty booth, and wallowed in self pity, over Rachel, my dad,...missing my family, and the increasingly unpleasant world in which I lived. I could live with Trump and Brexit and political infighting, with climate change, and naive political candidates like Bernie Sanders. I could live with people being stupid; they had always been stupid. But what happened to people getting along and wanting to learn about. I run my hands up her waist and over her ass, while going at her pussy like I’m starving. She moans loudly and reaches up to fondle Sir's balls but I grab her hands and hold them down. “My girl knows what I like and what I want,” He says. “You are about to get a taste of your own medicine you slut. Nod if you understand.” Samantha nods that she understands what He is saying. He knows He is close to cumming and pulls His cock out of Sam's mouth and pulls her to her feet. Keeping a hand in her. He never said she couldn’t come – did he?She racked her brain for any remembrance of that conversation but she couldn’t find any.It started again, but this time he changed the rhythm. One cheek each and the third against her pussy. Nine in total and each hand to her backside was hard; stopping on contact to feel her flesh respond, vibrate, glow under his touch. He liked the feel of her flesh as it reverberated, he liked the sounds she made as she let out her squeals. He liked to feel the heat. It ended up becoming a lot more intense in the comfort of the bed. Laura brought out a strap-on with a long, narrow dildo. Once more that night double penetration was on the menu. This time I took the place of Jesse, with Laura riding me, and George taking my place fucking her anus. Her preference became clear when she tended to twist back to kiss George until the intensity became too much, and she lowered her face to my chest and basically took our fucking passively, shivering with multiple.