Helen remembered the good times, the fun and laughter that they had experienced, right there in that room. She remembered the time when Robert took he... to one side and pointed to the floor, telling her that the dance floor was her canvas, and that her legs would make the canvas come alive when she danced on it. Those words made her feel so special and she took them to heart. The dancefloor was indeed her oyster and she was the most precious pearl sitting inside it; tapping away on its surface. Perhaps it was the impact of her upbringing.Apart from being beautiful and cultured, she had a curvy and juicy figure, which could make any man crazy. I was no exception. At the age of 22, she had a killing figure of 34-24-34. We used to make passionate love every night, and on weekends, even during the day.Although she was shy and traditional, she used to enjoy all the sex positions and kinks I used to show and try with her. Life was really good. However, there was one problem. When I used to. She worried it might be weird, but his lips felt soft, and warm, and sent a pleasant feeling down to her groin. Satisfied, she broke the kiss, took him by the hand, and led him to the bedroom as she bit her lip. Just inside, she turned to look at him, and noticed he looked just as nervous as she had been. Clearly, he’d never been in this situation either. Best to put everything on the table now, she thought.“To be clear, I called you over because I’m horny as fuck,” she annunciated, “and I just. " Lisa replied, "Only if I can taste you too." Helen's clothes lasted mere seconds on her body. Helen climbed onto the bed and the two women assumed a sixty-nine position in the middle of the bed. I lay down beside them, mesmerized by the activity just inches away. The smell of sex quickly filled the room. As I watched the two women, I looked over at Charles who had begun to undress. Charles was already hard and ready for action as he lay down on the opposite side of the women, gently.