Alistair sat down with his drink. He wondered what they would be doing now. He smiled at his own stupidity. He knew what they would be doing now; they...would be fucking. What else would they be doing? Abdul was a Turkish guy they had met on the internet. He was in his late thirties and single. Abdul was looking for white European couples to have adult fun with. Alistair had been unsure about him at first. Abdul was foreign and ideally he was looking for someone from within the UK to cuckold him. "She dropped the coffee cup (I made a mental note to get some unbreakable ones) and she shook her head and then she stood up and walked toward me. Tyrone showed up just as she went to her knees in front of me and reached for my zipper. "Come on Helen," I said, "Lets take this to the bedroom."While Ty undressed her I went down and got six moth old Sasha and brought her upstairs. Sasha was sleeping, at least for now, and I put her down in a corner of the room. Ty and I stood looking down at Helen. "I'll carry each of you across the threshold." You've already carried me across the threshold to our hotel room when we got married, then again when we bought our first house," Evie tried to reason."If you walk through that door, I'll turn you over my knee and blister your ass right in front of everyone," Dave grinned down at his little Queen.Grinning or not, she was afraid he meant it. Feeling her nipples pop as she thought about it, she almost defied him, but didn't want to ruin things for. “There’s your pearl necklace, my love,” I said.“That felt so incredibly sexy, I could see each spurt as it shot out of your prick,” she said. “I love how it feels on my skin.”She reached up to her chest, and traced a finger along the spunk around a nipple; smearing it over her breast. She then licked her finger clean.“Next time I want you to spurt into my mouth, so I can taste you from the source. Move up here so I can clean you up.”I moved forward, straddling her chest, with my prick close to.