I actually managed to forget she was there. It was uncanny how completely his presence he consumed my focus—gravity, or maybe magnetism. I suppose s...e probably felt the same way. We orbited him like a pair of moons, tidally locked by the force of his attentions. “Oui. Merci, Françoise.” She trotted off, and disappeared into the kitchen. I raised my brow quizzically. Having finished his realignment of the fork and knife, he locked his eyes on me. “I live nearby,” he disclosed. “I come on. After all the guest had left, we succeeded in having sex in every room of her condo. Whether it was me eating her out, or her giving me a blow job, or me banging her on a table. The most exciting sex was on the patio table where I lubed her anal hole with some jello shots. I don’t know it jello shots are a good lube or not, but it was used that way. I don’t even know what flavors I used, but I gave her ass a good pounding blowing my load deep inside of her. I’m sure there were some people. I told her that I had figured out a favor for her. She stood back and asked what it was. I was shy about it and didn't know how to ask it. So I texted her and she looked at me confused and laughed. She thought I was joking, but I told her I really wanted to know what being kicked in the balls felt like. So we went downstairs and I spread my legs open and tucked my hands in my jeans. She had soccer shoes on and told me she wanted to make it hurt and that she wasn't going to hold back. She smiled. OK?“ Harriet said belligerently.Colette cast an interrogative glance my way. I shrugged, trying to keep up. Colette and Zena then smiled uncertainly, and backed off. We all knew what we were thinking: Harriet had never shared my bed, we were like brother and sister, so what was going on here? Incest?“Harriet you don’t have to, you know,” I offered. I felt rather sidelined.“I know I don’t,” she said with a gentle smile, “I want to, but if you tell me–”“No, please,” I said. “Stay.”She smiled with.