I slowly pushed down into her and surprisingly it went in easier than expected, still tight and snug though. I started to pound into her ass, I was in...no hurry to cum and every time I got close, I would slow down. Jennifer on the other hand was building up to her 2nd orgasm. It wasn’t long before “ohhhh fucking hell.” “You’ve come from being fucked in both holes now slut. Now come join me in the hot tub,” I said as I walked out the pool and climbed into the tub. “I’m not a slut!” she squawked. I called Trish back and asked her if she would mind the company. She said it was my home and she would do whatever I wanted. I told Trish that she was my houseguest and that she came first. She thanked me and said it was okay.When I hung up, I walked in to where Tamara was. She looked up and put her hand over the phone. "It's okay for them to use the pool," I said. I wrote Trish's cell number on a pad and told her to have Lena call before they went over.I went back into the other room and. Of course it didn't work. But you know as well as I do that naivete often links arms with loss. And it did with me. Which I suppose was just tough, as Yvette, the only girlfriend I've had in my time in Switzerland often told me. Life's like that. Live with it. Live with life.Switzerland? Oh, sorry. Yes, for those cartographically challenged amongst you, Basel is in Switzerland - although not, I hasten to add, in the Switzerland familiar to ski fanatics, buyers of chocolate and avid viewers of. June saw the slowness of Lynette's progress, and she moved quickly between Kristen's legs to help ease her back.Lynette saw June take over and sighed.June moved up. "She's freezing down there. Didn't you use warm water?"Lynette said, "I... I forgot the hot."June resumed her licking.Usually, after a nozzling, it took Kristen and me to bring Lynette back upstairs. We'd put her to bed and she'd fall asleep almost immediately, and wouldn't engage in sex for about twenty-four hours.Now we had two.