I told them to get down there and eat their cum out of my pussy. They jumped in eagerly fighting for a spot. They licked up all the cum and I said "al...ight you two I want to see you fuck each other." They were a little hesitant but I reminded them that I would never say what I saw as long as they did what I tell them. They got in the doggy position with Brad behind Robert but I stopped them and said " no I want you to face one another." They did as I said. Robert spread and raised his legs like. Julie opened the window for fresh air. Within 30 minutes they had tidied the shelves and the floor was now free from clutter. The clothes had been placed on the bed. Milly went downstairs to ask what they should do with them.Richard told her where the laundry basket was and apologised for the mess and smell. He was normally a tidy person but an event in his life had changed his mood to sadness. H would not specify what and Milly went upstairs to fetch the clothes. Julie meanwhile had been busy. God, she hoped it would be like that. It had been so long since she’d felt a man’s hard body between her legs. And her pussy knew it too, it tingled a bit in anticipation even as she trembled, wondering. The maitre d greeted her warmly, and led her to a table in the bar, as they’d agreed. As agreed, she took out a copy of Hemingway’s book A Farewell to Arms. It was a signal they’d arranged. They had been certain no one else would have that out in a bar. Sure she had his description and. Maybe you should write it down. I could help you."I thought she was probably right.The only one that wasn't there was Tricia. At least, she wasn't there in person. Laying on a chair at the side of the room was a copy of the Daily Mirror. Its front page was filled with a grainy photograph taken with a telephoto lens. A solitary figure could be made out against a background of trees in some sort of garden or park. In spite of the way that her head was hunched down, it looked like Tricia to me..