“Keep that back-talk up and I’ll make you my whipping girl.” Pat raised her chin in an aloof manner.“You don’t have a whip.” Hannah pointe... out.“It’s true,” Connie said from behind us. “I checked the armory myself.”“You shut up,” Pat laughed as she looked over her shoulder. “Just make sure my princess is well clean for when I marry her off to the Pirate King.”“We’re never going to ge--” Andrea squealed. “Don’t grab me like that!”“How should I grab you?”“That’s OK, wash my back.”“Alright fine,”. In her mind we were a couple and she wanted us to stay that way but she also wanted to sample a few more cocks and even a few pussies before we settled down completely. It reminded me of Stephen Sondheim’s ‘The Miller’s Son’. I wasn’t convinced that she hadn’t sampled a few cocks already so I asked for details of her recent experiences. Once again she was completely open, she said that she had kissed both men and women and that they had explored her body as she had theirs although always while. There was little room between the sofas what with our large coffee table but I really did not want to move much anyway. Her body was compliant and she seemed to just flow into me. Those breasts felt like twin mountain peaks against my chest and I was suddenly embarrassed to feel my dick getting hard. He pressed against her belly and I just instinctively started to draw back. Milly would not let me though and moved closer, her hips undulating against me. She raised up a little and whispered,. The yard stick wasn't nearly as bad as it looked. It was quite wide and light and pretty ineffective. Ms. Bordon on the other hand, was sending thrills through my body. Her huge left breast was pressed firmly against my rib cage and it rubbed and bounced with every smack of the yard stick. I could pick out the smells of her perfume and cocoa butter. Looking down, I could see the bottom of her ample ass and her fine black calves atop small high heels. What I also saw, was that my cock had.