If you aren't doing it twice in an afternoon very often, then you need to get back in the saddle, my boy. You can make a woman quite happy, you know."...illier arched his eyebrow at that, but didn't ask the obvious question. He didn't think he wanted to know the answer."So what now? What got you so upset?" he enquired, trying to put concern into his voice. He didn't want to return April to the condition she'd been in when he got there, but he wanted the answers."Joe wrote a journal. It was. There wasn't really very much room for anything else.The important thing was that it smelled fresh and clean. As Chloe folded back the duvet and sheet, she saw that it was spotless and, unlike her own bedding, ironed!“I have a spare, new toothbrush you can have. I'll put it in the bathroom for you.”Marianne smiled.“Thank you,” she replied. “You are very kind.”Chloe left her alone then, and she went across the hall to the bathroom and cleaned her teeth with the new brush that Chloe had left out. Her knees moved apart, allowing access to her sex. She released her left nipple and passed her hand over her mound. She always kept herself trimmed, not shaved but trimmed, with short hair with neat edges. She shaved her lips though because she loved the senations when the smoothness was touched. Her fingers spread to either side of her clitoris, and then she pressed gently, it felt good, real good. She continued to slowly move her fingers, savouring every feeling she received. She could. There was quite a little puddle under her. “Look at that you nasty pig,” I growled. “Look at all of my piss that you wasted. You don’t get off that easy, slut. Get on your hands and knees and lick it up.” I heard my wife groan nastily with lust as Alice began to lick my piss from the floor. I had to admit it turned me on considerably. I looked back to see Sally fingering her cunt as she watched our daughter. When I was satisfied with her licking job, I reached down and grabbed her roughly by.