But I had the blonde’s arse to savour and it was equally good. Her puckered rilled private starfish was so tasty in its indents and so inviting and ...et so tight.I equally realised as I teased them both, using my finger to keep the arsehole denied my tongue happy, that both girls were Friday night sex shaved ready for my mates. I could only be thankful I was in accounts and not on the machine team, because boy I hoped the hydraulics were fucked, because I knew I need a fair amount of fucking. I thought we could go shopping in Fakenham tomorrow morning and get some food. The others will be turning up in the afternoon.'The others' were three of the other authors on the site. Madeleine and Krysta had met Angela Dark and Celia Best at an earlier event when they had all fetched up in London at the "Power of the Eastern Idea" exhibition at the Victoria & Albert Museum. It was the success of that meeting that had led Krysta to suggest this get together.The last of the five was a relative. She was escorted to the Tribal Regalia Room. James had another name which was unpronounceable to Sherri. Then she saw him. James was sitting on a throne high on a dais. Two white women were lying at his feet. Another white woman stood to his left. James was holding a long spear. The tip was metallic and shiny. It looked very sharp. The spear-shaft was wooden and covered with tribal designs. It was truly a weapon of war, but in this setting, to Sherri, it was a symbol of authority. James. She pulled back and looked at me surprised. She then leaned forward and, brushing her boobs on my arm, said that she found that hard to believe, because my touch was driving her wild. She moved her chair closer to mine, and brushed her thigh alongside mine. The feel of another woman's touch was more exciting than I had ever dreamed possible. She was so soft. She was so incredibly sexy. And she was so "into" me. She kept gazing into my eyes and reaching up to touch my hair. I could not believe.