Two fingers, fucking my pussy, and in my other hand rests a soapy washcloth. I deprive my pussy of my fingers and I let the hot stream of the showerhe...d tease my nipples and clit. The drumming of the stream nearly distracts me, but I regain focus. Using the washcloth, I roughly scrub my nipples, the dark areolas, and my pussy, sensitizing those areas for the next step in my quest for stress relief and sexual pleasure. I am so sensitive, as I rinse my delicate body and towel dry. I head to my. The bed & breakfast overlooked the village green — more typically English would be quite impossible to imagine. Except that the housekeeper in my old English Guest-house was actually Hungarian. About 36 - 26 - 36 Hungarian to be more precise, with an accent that was so strong it dripped stereotype continental sexy.We had spoken several times on the phone, so her 'so we meet at last' wasn't as contrived as it sounded when she greeted me at the door. I asked about her accent - "Hungarian" was the. I realized I hadn't felt this good since Lisa died.Oh God, what have I done?Lisa.Danny.Kelly?My dick instantly shriveled to nothing, bringing a sigh of protest from the soft weight atop me.I opened my eyes to the darkened bedroom, and looked down at the blond head resting on my chest."Kelly?" Hmm..." Mike." Wha... ?" I'm Mike. I thought you should know." Hmm, Mike." A soft chuckle, "I like that." Kelly?" Hmm... ?" Kelly, darlin', We have to get up."She made a soft sound of disapproval, as she. Later that night, at home, alone in her bed, Laura replayed how she had fondled Marta’s breasts and licked her neck, then greedily kissed her mouth, before jamming her face between the other woman’s thighs, and sucking ravenously until being pulled away to suck yet another cock. A feeling of euphoria she’d never had before swept over her, and she vowed to return to the next party scheduled the following Saturday. **** Laura went to three more parties before concluding that she was being used,.