You are single.” I nodded. “I know you are male. I have just held the proof.” I blushed. I should stop myself but I can’t. “I am female. I a... single and we will be close together for the next two weeks. Gretel has a boyfriend in the village so I might be bored. You might be bored. We don’t want to be bored, do we?” “No, Trudi.” “There you are then. I want you. Do you want me?” I nodded. She smiled. She kissed me. “I know you think this is too fast but we have only two weeks together. If I. Heather is a true friend and just gets me, understands me. We’re both in the same situation, been through lousy marriages, and have since moved on. I can talk to her about anything and everything. Tonight has a little different vibe to it. Heather was wearing a v-neck blouse, skirt and boots. When I see her in those boots, I kind of sing out U2’s “Sexy Boots”, hey, hey, hey. Heather is drinking a little more than usual. As the drinks are going down, so are her inhibitions. It’s getting late. He watched her seeing that she wore no bra. Her tits were pushed against the tight material and he wanted to grab and squeeze them. Her ass swung as she walked across the room. His cock got hard watching her. At midnight when every one was asleep he walked into Joi's room naked. He pulled back the covers and got in beside her and grabbed her face. He told her "Tongiht you are going to be daddy's girl and make your daddy feel extra good. Do not make a sound or I will punish you hard." He then. I lowered it toward her boiling box, pressing the nozzle against her pussy! Talk about wild reactions. It was as if I had pressed a 10,000 volt wire into her crotch. Her body went stiff as starch. The pulsating stream of water spewed inside her, splashing against her cervix, clitoris, and vagina walls. It felt like millions of tiny fingers were fondling Francine's snatch. Francine was moaning with passion! I rotated the massager in circles, intensifying her pleasure. Her body was one massive.