I was deeply engrossed in my book and didn't notice Tom until he was stood right in front of me. "Hi Clare, how's the head?" I smiled up at him, "Kin... of sore," I said, "but I'll live." "Glad to hear it." I was wearing my bikini, and I could see Tom struggling not to give me the once over, his eyes fixed to mine. I dropped the book to the ground and stretched, rather dramatically, but allowing him the opportunity to get a good look. I'm such a tart, sometimes! We made small talk, I could. But despite these risks, by the time I’d arrived home I’d resolved in my own mind what I wanted to happen. Unless Claire was really anti the whole idea, I wanted her to start seeing Jason as a regular thing.I’d reached this decision for all kinds of reasons. But the top three were most important. One, I loved watching her being pleasured so thoroughly by Jason. Two, I wanted this woman who I loved so much to have this amazing pleasure. She’d already enjoyed this pleasure over the whole. She couldn't stand to wait any longer. Julie heard Bertha still moaning, and guessed that Paul was still finger-fucking her while he was licking her off But she didn't care what was going on any more. She didn't care if he rammed his fist up her new friend's snatch. All Julie knew was that Paul's tongue was sliding in and out of her cunt, then pulling away and snaking its way down to her asshole. It made her want to scream."ARRRGHHHH!" Julie shrieked out. Paul had changed tactics. Now he was. I stopped. “Why’d ya stop, man?!” Jackie asked, slightly aggitated.“Because!” I said, now feeling kind of like a perv. “I can see you’rehard! Do this for me, ok? I’ll owe you!” she begged. “Alright, butjust materbation!” I said, trying not to lose ground. “Eat me.” she said. What?! “I read it in the book!” she said. Islid over between her legs, looking at her reclined there, spread forme! I.