She told me how sexy she thought I was and how horny she was. I told her about you and that I haven’t been with another girl in a very long time. Th... last time wasn’t that great and how you were always joking about me being with a girl again and watching. I figured since she was sexy and making me horny, and she was really horny and wanted to fuck me, that she wouldn’t mind if I brought her home to you. I knew you wouldn’t mind after you found out what was going on and why.” Rachel was leaning. I walked in, being a woman of late twenties, very good looking with a nice curvy body, wearing a mid-thigh floral fluffy skirt, a low cut tank top, showing my cleavage and most upper parts of my big sized tits and a pair of high heels sandals, I was welcomed by a middle aged man of mid-forties, a handsome and good looking man, he seemed flirty.He introduced himself by saying “I am Jim, at your service madam for anything you would like to know or see”I smiled back saying “I am Vickie, but I. She was totally unsure of herself: was this really a good thing to do? Would she be able to detach herself from her body for the rest of the week, like she did the previous night? She surprised herself by being so detached. It was not her, lying on the floor, being impaled by hard dick after hard dick. It was not her, being covered in cum. It was not her experiencing orgasms. Or was it? She did feel good, those orgasms did set her body on fire, it was really intense. In a way she had enjoyed. MissRach’s hand sliding down between her legs as she moaned into their kiss. My cock was throbbing and leaking, needing to to touched and i tried to talk but no sound would come to my increased frustration. The ladies broke their kiss and and Le Petit Gateau spoke into my head once more. “I want you to fuck MissRach with your tongue until she cums! Now?” MissRach shimmied to the edge of the bad and i bent down so I could lap at her pussy. She still had on bright red high heels and a red thong.