Phil arrived and we had a glass of wine and Fiona asked him what was his favourite video. He handed me a bag and in it was a silky black pair of panti...s, a white thong and a black bra and said they were Amy’s. I sniffed the panties and could smell her pussy juices. I found the video and started playing it. They sat next to each other on the sofa and I sat on an armchair watching them. Fiona’s skirt had risen up and exposed her stocking tops. As they watched the video, Fiona stroked his cock. (I was to learn, later that she was very conscientious in doing her pelvic floor exercises). It was the tightest pussy I had experienced and the way it gripped my cock as I slid it in and out of her was a real turn-on. After a couple of minutes Monica asked for me to let her up. She rolled over and knelt on the edge of the sofa with her thighs spread and her arms folded on the back of the sofa. With her in this position I was able to stand behind her and re-enter her well-lubricated love. " I replied brightly wondering why Andy hadn't told me he was going away."It was all arranged at the last minute," Mrs. Dawlish explained "Andy never got the chance to give you a call. This must leave you at a bit of a loose end."She indicated that I should go through to the living room, feeling disappointed I wandered into the living room wondering what I would do with myself for the rest of the day. At the same time I had a good ogle of Mrs. Dawlish's luscious body and made a few silly. He’s so gallant.”I agreed, my tail twitching faster, my pussy growing hotter. Juices dribbled down my thighs as I lapped up Master’s cum I found in her bowels. I savored the sour musk, resisting the heat burning in my cunt, begging for my attention and... My ears twitched. I didn’t have to deny myself. Josephine wouldn’t beat me for cumming without permission. She’d wouldn’t care if I pleasured myself while licking her asshole. Sven wouldn’t be angry, either. He liked it when his women cum.My.