This Angela Halifax was definitely interesting. She was tall and unusually beautiful, with large ice blue eyes and a wide generous mouth. ‘Miss Hal...fax.’ He deliberately used ‘miss’. He detested the affectation of ‘ms.’ and was interested to see if she would correct him. He reached to meet her hand but purposely did not lean to meet her halfway, forcing her to lean further to meet him. Even through her loose jacket he could see her heavy breasts shift as she bent over. He gripped her hand. All even hoped for happy hugs (with kisses too, if ever possible) with spouses who had been untouched since the hurling of the verbal missile. Each woman unconsciously leaned forward to the sensation of sensual, sexual surrender, or more, in the hold of the Harlequin.Suddenly, our strong willed and decisive Ameria found herself passed by her kins-women who rushed forward. Not only the boldest, but the quickest of them, even swift Ameria could not overcome their headstart and their collective. The glazing was what did it. Drizzling that sticky sweet substance over the tops of them brought back the images of Marsha’s face, dripping in my cum. The way she licked it from her lips. Stared back at me from beneath a layer of the stuff. I grew hard again thinking about it, and was so absorbed I didn’t realise I was no longer alone. ‘Good morning to you, too!’ woke me from the daydream. The next few moments consisted of me finding I was nearly fully erect, my face burning hot with blood,. Tonight, there was obviously some sort of demonstration. We bent over and felt the practised fingers of our mummies deftly screw our butt plugs. At first we felt nothing unusual but then Marjorie gave a little squeak. ?Oh-oh. Mummy Yow in too deep! Iss gone past my butt! I can feew i? inside me.? I peeped nervously over my shoulder just in time to notice that these were not our normal butt plugs. Mummy Jones was just about to insert Pauline?s butt plug when I noticed that.