Jeanstarted to play again, this time with a banana shaped vibe, Steve wasbusy with his camera and Jean was lost somewhere in her dreams, shestarted to...cum a couple of times then stopped and spread her pussy forus to see, she was soaking wet, I couldn’t help but dip a couple offingers in there and have a play, Jean concentrated the vibe on herclit, then I had one finger in her pussy and the other up her arse, Ithought I had spoilt the moment when she pulled my fingers out and toldSteve to lick. ”Mr Bennet staggered drunkenly into the breakfast room after a break fast of Rum and Porter in roughly equal proportions. “Oh don’t be so reticent dear, One can not have sentiments where marriage is concerned, let the Gentleman sample the merchandise.” Eliza fumed, “He desires to sample me not wed me.” “Indeed I do not,” Mr D’arcy sighed, “I merely wish to shoot your Peasants, I mean Pheasants.”“Then why have you a trouser bulge Mr D’arcy?” Mr Bennet observed.“Father!” Miss Eliza declared, “Do. His touch soft yet confident I take him in with my stare, his long black jacket hanging heavy from the weight of the rain, hair plastered against his chiseled face. His black denim jeans patchy from walking through the weather, his dark grey boots soaked. This dark haired, green eyed stranger before me has sought me out. Through my sadness a small smile tugs at my lips. Dropping my legs, I lean back he bends over gently taking my face into his hands and kisses each of my cheeks, as if lifting. Vicky, throws down the cigerate and started sucking her breast, while Pooja was licking his asshole. "Pooja, u can come up a little and attend to his cock for some time, and then go back" Reema gave instructions to Pooja."Hey don't bite off my nipple buddy". It seems due to his excitement Vicky was little hard on her breast. He began to slurp on her breast giving loud noise."Don' u want to fuck her"? Reema asked.Sure. I want, other wise I will come all over my belly."Pooja get up, now lie down,.