She had no idea where this sudden bolt of pleasure had come from but the facts were that she was coming faster than a tax returns deadline and the fin...ers were plunged deep into her pussy, much to the satisfaction of the watching table seven (and every other table for that matter). What further took her by surprise was that she could taste herself and if she was partly certain that she hadn't spent the last few minutes frigging her pussy, she was positive she hadn't felt the urge to taste. I happened to know the number the local telephone installers use to test with. I dialed the number and hung up. After a second the phone began to ring back. Through the curtain I saw her get up and head towards the house. I retreated into the closet and hid.Luck was with me as she came into the bedroom the answer the call. Picking up the phone she flopped down onto the bed and answered it "Hello?". A few hellos later she finally gave up and hung up the phone. She took a moment to stretch. Martin had suggested that, now they were settled, parents could visit his home if they wanted, but the girls all unanimously voted that down. This was their escape, their cave; they indulged in things that would horrify the parents, especially the straitlaced ones. They didn’t want the overlap. They all enjoyed visits home, and were relieved to return.It wasn’t that Martin was easy or easy going. He insisted on standards of cleanliness, and on them all doing their chores (which, with six of. Thighs that made you want tograb something. Big wide brown eyes that reminded oneof those Jap cartoon ladies. I could imagine her doing anything, anyone and sayingno to nothing.And I mean nothing.But wow, she had an aura of scintillating perversitythat hit like a steam engine around six inches belowmy navel.Now I like only two things in life… Guns… AndSex… long, hard, sweaty, oily, screaming, gruntingscratching clawing intruding sex. Something like thatis hard to find. And.