It was equipped with a large wooden garden table and eight wooden chairs.Beyond this was the pool which sat in the middle of the grass area which stre...ched to where the field to the south began. The pool had a tiled area all round it and this extended beyond it to the east side to provide an area for loungers and deck chairs The field to the south and to the east belonged to the house but was sub let to a local farmer whose farm had a turn off from the private road which led to the house from. ” she squealed and the dull rhythmic thuds began again.I left them to their fornicating and went downstairs again to pour myself a drink, then another and another trying to make sense of my emotions.*“Well, how was it for you?” I asked her at the breakfast table the next morning.“Oh Paul,” she smiled, “It was sensational, I’ve never had sex like it, he’s an animal.”“I wouldn’t know,” I said dryly, “I didn’t see any of it.”“I told you, darling, he’s never done anything like this before, give him. There were a dozen candles lit, some scented. The bed covers had been pulled down. I also noticed a number of things on the two bedside tables such as several different sized dildos, bottles of lube and other sex toys.Both Nymphs presented their backs to me so I could unzip their dresses. They both stepped out of their dresses naked and turned to look at me. I took a moment to admire their bodies. Deb had the slightly fuller figure with firm 32EE boobs a slim waist and hips to match her. ”“Oh, so you know about the camming too, wonderful, good job slut.” She pinched Sierra hard on the side. “OW! Stop calling me a slut, what’s your fucking problem!?” She cried, tears leaking out again. “Want me to say it? Right here? Fine. I found out about what you did with my mom.” “WHAT? HOW? I mean, what the fuck are you talking about?” “Well, all my underwear were dirty last night so I went into her drawer, and guess what I fucking found? Your little yellow fucking.