They said they were going to lunch so I figure we have about an hour to ourselves.” Came her husky voice, and as she spoke my door slowly creaked cl...sed. She was hiding inside my room behind the door! Hearing her voice I spun around and as I did her naked body collided with mine driving the wind out of my lungs and hurling us both to the floor. She flipped me over and sat on my waist again, her usual position of dominance. “Hello Timothy.” She purred mere inches from my face. “Oof. Hi. . both of your girls ... and both of us your girls. Isn’t English a funny language?” Monica teased us.“You’ve got me there. It’s bloody bollocks at times, especially given how different UK English and American English are from each other. Still, you have to admit that you like how I say the word ‘bottom,’ don’t you? That includes you, darling Monica, doesn’t it, love?” Chelsea answered, even as Monica’s hand started wandering over to her ass, rubbing her with brazen lust.“Please ... let me have. She tickled him with her tongue a few more times than asked me to get a condom, because we still had some from when she got her iud put in, so I opened one up for her and held it just above his tip but let her roll it down since I didn't want to touch him. She squeezed my hand, felt half like a thank-you, half like a goodbye (to our monogamous past) and then she straddled him, letting out a short, guttural sigh as she came down on his length. She rode him slowly, like she often does with me; I. P was wearing a gorgeous short silky red strappy dress with black high heels and as it was a hot summer night, P had no coat or jacket. I, of course, made sure she was naked under the dress. We were getting well into our eclectic sexual relationship by now so she always did as asked regarding underwear etcetera.I was thirtyhrity-six at this time and P was almost twenty-four.As we were walking along Dean Street, she suddenly pulled me into a dark doorway and whispered in my ear that she wanted.