They were soothing, and I suddenly felt safe knowing she was there. She untied my legs allowing them to be free again. I fought the urge to jump out o... bed. “Shhhh.” she whispered. “Just relax, it’s all okay. You’re okay.” I put my hands down. Satisfied that I would be taken care of. I lay on my back as Ceciline took her hands away from mine. I reached out again for hers, but they had already disappeared. I worried she had left, but had faith that she wouldn’t. “So, you need my whore of a wife. And that gave Louisa pause for thought. She took the camera back from Bill and on getting the young couple's attention asked, "Do the two of you mind if I take a photo?"They didn't have to answer, the smiles on their faces was answer enough."Thank you, both of you."After taking a photo number of photos from different angles including a couple of real close-ups of Emma with half of Ian Beattie's cock in her mouth and another one of Ian's tongue working on the shiny slit of Emma Whitman's pussy. Dickens. I’ll have the telephone connected at my expense,’ I said, already planning to keep the phone number a secret. If it was to be my line, I was going to make sure that none of the others used it. ‘Mr. Driver, I just remembered that I may need a land line for my laptop also. If it’s all right with you, I’ll share the cost?’ Ms. Kindle asked. I nodded to indicate that we would share the telephone line. ‘Water?’ she asked, shortening her call for a vote to simply naming the utility. I. One thing was certain, my dick had never been harder. Her pussy was pretty wet too, and my cock was definitely leaking something itself. My cock slid easily, even though I still had a lot of my weight on her. Karen lifted her legs up until her feet were way up above us, and this made even better contact for the two of us. I had never felt anything as good as what we were doing. I'm pretty sure that Karen felt the same, because every time I slid my body up, she helped me with her arms. Every.