It burst. She bled. I’d taste that later, just a taste, not a feeding. I pumped into her repeatedly. Her body writhed in ecstasy, her hips bucked up...to meet my every thrust, but her face betrayed nothing. Her head was arched back and her eyes still stared blankly, toward the staircase. I continued pounding into her, relentlessly, and could have done so all night, without release… because I never find release. But she found it, and her body shook in the throes of an uncontrollable orgasm. Her. One more set--and Regina had to crane her neck a little to make them out: her own daughter Monica--Monica with the hot suctioning cunt--and the boy Carey, who had lost his cherry fucking Monica's mother. That mother stared now as he approached her daughter from the back, as he urged Monica over onto her hands and knees in a dog-fashion pose. Carey had his prick in one hand, and was guiding it between the polished buttocks of the girl, aiming it into the honey blonde hair between the incredible. Even Laura, considering how morose she had been when she heard what we had put Ollie through, was exceptionally good-humored. Outwardly, she had set aside the bad feelings that I knew were lurking in her subconscious. We told Sylvia about the furniture salesman and how Laura had embarrassed him, something I had seen her do before when she felt that a male was paying too much attention to her.When it was time for cake and coffee Sylvia presented a soft package, saying she hoped they were the. It was only one day, and it was a feast of the senses, not the sexes. Boundaries were protected and for some it was a time to work as a couple almost exclusively. For us it was “bring it on…let’s play”.We began blindfolded solo receiving gifts to tease four senses – touch, taste, hearing, smell – wafting jasmine, soft leather, mango, the haunting sound of a rain stick. Beautiful, safe, exotic, sensuous. Then we began to see, to explore objects with all our senses, to explore each other with.