The taste causes a moan low in my throat and he shifts in the bed. I stiffen, not wanting to be caught. I feel as if I am doing something totally tabo.... He turns to his side, encircling my waist with his arm. I’m caught. I cannot continue without his knowledge, yet my body is screaming for release. I turn to face him, pressing my body into his. Slowly I run my tongue along his jawline, up to his ear. I whisper, ‘Baby, please, I need you.’ He is aware of my presence as I am of his, yet he is. .no bras or panties, ever….so, if a robe or t-shirt was worn, it could easily be breached or removed.I readily agreed. What choice did I have? But I knew this was also the best possible solution from my perspective, too. Not only would I still get to be fucked by Ben’s huge 11” cock periodically, but I also now had full access to Shane’s beautiful 9” dick, as well as Frank’s 8 incher whenever he was home from his business travel.We consummated the agreement by heading upstairs for a shower. Her hands kept climbing higher and higher until she could tell I was turned on by it. She slipped my panties off and started to finger me gently. I didn't object, watching her watch me with a sort of wonder. Being sexual with her was not as weird as I thought it would be. It felt really natural, just like being us together. Even better, really."I've wanted to do this for a long time," she said as I felt the ripples of sexual joy tingle through me. Her fingers stroked my labia gently while I sat. “It makes you sound foreign and exotic.”She spoke a bit slowly, with precise diction. “No, eet makes me sound like an uncultured peasant girl.” She smiled at him again as she tossed the bunch of grapes on the plate his sandwich had been on. “English men all think that French girls sound trés sexy. I’m an adult now, I should be able to turn eet off when I want to.”“You and Bill live in France though, so shouldn’t your accent be a carry over from speaking in French at home?”She slid over.