‘She’s really sexy. And she seems like a good shit.’ ‘Well then, there’s no higher praise than that,’ Colleen said. ‘So what time are yo... picking me up?’ ‘Are you at home this afternoon?’ ‘I think so. I wasn’t planning to go anywhere.’ ‘I’ll come over in a while then. I’ll just go home and have a shower.’ ‘Yes, please do. I don’t have any plastic sheeting to cover the furniture with.’ ‘Ha ha.’ ‘You’ll be by in about an hour then?’ ‘Say two. Maybe I’ll have a bit of a nap too.’ ‘I imagine you. It felt fabulous. She kept sliding the spurting thing through her vulva as it gave her more and more of that fabulous feeling. She could feel his cock begin to soften almost immediately in her hand, and she squeezed it, not in any attempt to milk it of it's nectar, but just because it felt good to squeeze as it softened. Something in her brain told her it would be OK now, now that he was finished, to roll back and spread her legs so he could do what he'd done before. She did, opening herself to. "Mom called and she might need to stay longer abroad because new work stuff," John told Ronja."That is sad to hear," Ronja said."Yea, of course we can manage without her, but I worry about her spending too much time on her work. It can't be healthy," John said."By the way, have you had time to look at the paper we found yesterday?" Ronja asked."Yea I have, spent much time this night on it but without much luck. I tried google translate on it to find out what it means, but with no luck. Perhaps. The hosts had several couples gather in the rather large study adorned with beautiful paintings, here we were given a warm welcome and our ground rules for the evening, again we were told that tonight the masks are not to come off that tonight was about total anonymity, and that all that have been invited understood and have agreed to not ask names. We were told we have complete freedom to roam the home, the grounds, no doors are locked and to make our selves at home. As we walked around each.