I was not the only one in the room who had noticed how revealing the nightie was and our cleaner was also sneaking looks at Cherry as she moved around...the room. Cherry was completely oblivious and I pretended to be busy with what I was doing as the young man got an eyeful of my wife's outline on several occasions.Her firm d cup tits swaying around under the fabric as she continued packing had perked up her nipples and they stuck out firmly against the sheer fabric. When she stopped to look out. Her sigh quickly turned into a giggle as his fingers deliciously tickled her tight abdomen. She heard him laugh out loud above her, his masculine chuckle so identifiable, so him. ‘I thought you were asleep…’ he whispered huskily into her ear. ‘Well I was, but I am no longer, no thanks to you…’ she answered, trying to stay quiet, but grinning from ear to ear. In lieu of a verbal retort, his fingers continued creeping higher up her abdomen, running into no resistance as he molded her breasts in. “You like the way you taste?” Lauren tried to answer but her mouth was too full, of course; Mrs. Jones moved the girl’s head in a nodding motion. “I thought so. Isn’t she tasty, honey?”Amy stopped licking her friend’s pussy and looked up at her mother, her face smeared with Lauren's juices. “Delicious, mom.”“Give me a hand here, honey.” Working together the mother and daughter untied Lauren’s hands, flipped her over onto her back, and bound her again, this time tying each of her arms to one of. She was the woman who had looked after her at the previous party and I knew she and Wendy were really fond of each other. I sat with Clare at the rear of the coach and watched as Wendy went and sat with each of the women in turn, to renew the acquaintance with the partygoers and meet the new girls.I was pleased to see that the atmosphere in the coach was heating up, as the women lost no time in renewing their friendship with my daughter. Indeed, they appeared to be trying to win a prize for the.