It feels a little weird sitting around the table eating pancakes and bacon with my girlfriend and the four teenage girls I was romping around naked wi...h last night. I'm happy to see they've cleaned up the discarded clothing and sex toys that littered the living room when we went to bed.Kelly is a beautiful 24-year-old woman who dresses like she's just stepped off the cover of Vogue. Her scarf perfectly accents her outfit and I can sense the other girls sizing her up. They look sexy as hell in. Her fingers ran lightly through my own, black hair as my tongue caressed her. Lifting her heels onto the seat meant I could access all of her, from her clitoris to her arsehole and that wonderfully sensitive skin between arse and cunt. There was no rush. I was slow, light of touch, savouring every crease, fold and bump.Her lips flowered almost reluctantly. As she opened to me, I leant back to look, to record mentally the beauty of her sex, lit by the blaze in the hearth. I touched a finger to. During dinner I asked Nicole how she came to own the B&B and it turned out to be quite a story."My family had built it as a town house just before the Civil War got started.They owned a large plantation about 50 miles outside of town. During the war the all the women of the family managed to keep the plantation going and also maintained the townhouse. However for a period it became a hospital for wounded soldiers"."Most of the men folk were either killed or missing at the end of the war. So it. But the sound of the c***dren down the hall brings her back to reality, and she stands with him. Again he kisses her, running a hand under her shirt, tracing her spine with his fingertips. She presses into him, and kisses him with a groan. As they pull apart with a last kiss, she watches him move down the hall, looking in at the c***dren. She hears the bubbling of a pot on the stove, and remembers dinner is almost ready. All through dinner, domestic issues seem to rule. Serving the meal,.