When she returned she sat beside me on the large lounge chair, her hip pressing against mine. She was still crying so I slipped an arm around her and ...ulled her closer with her head resting on my chest.I held her close for ages until she settled, stroking her shoulder and occasionally running my hand through her long lustrous red hair. We didn't speak at all - I just held her close.Her perfume was intoxicating - she smelt divine.After about half an hour she moved, and I reluctantly let her rise. The leather girlpulled me down onto her lap, reached around from behind, and squeezed myheavy boobs, less with affection or lust than with sadism. I mewled,which Joyce seemed to mistake for arousal. The torturous feel-up went onand on as Tia explored my new body, all pink and smooth, enjoying thoseoverly full curves but getting even more pleasure out of hurting me.Then she slipped out from under me, easily stood me up, and producedseveral leather straps from her boot tops. With practiced. “Ears burning babe” she asked as I joined them “Should they have been” I said grabbing a bottle from the chiller. “We were discussing why you fucking Emma would be different to fucking me” said Sophie in her usual straight-forward manner “And what conclusion did you come too?” I asked “We didn’t” said Lisa laughing “You interrupted us” “I’ll make myself scarce then” I said light-heartedly. I spotted Heather greeting some people I didn't know and once she’d finished I asked who they were. She’d put on a short green skirt and a red silk camisole top. Her breasts swayed beneath the silky material. ‘Oh, this? You know how hot it gets in the kitchen. I figured I might as well be comfortable.’ ‘Right.’ ‘Are you not comfortable?’ ‘What do you think?’ She couldn’t hold in the laugh any longer. ‘I’d say judging by that bulge in your jeans, your pants are too tight.’ She laughed harder when he yanked her to him and kissed her. ‘All right, tiger. Come on, let’s make cookies.’ Joe looked.