We shouldn't by rights be on this side of the island and had best be getting back where we ought to be even if it does almost certainly mean more of t...eir charming attentions. There's a suspended and very uncomfortable cage where they'll put me to rot for a few weeks and a whip waiting for poor little Annie here, when they find out. You could do yourself a bit of good by denouncing us, if and when they rescue you!"Francesca said nothing. The effort of speaking had exhausted her, and she fell. The rest of the night was spent in what can only be described as a voyeur's dream, I watched the girls make love to each other, I watched as they explored, teased and tasted each other, I listened while they talked of old times and felt guilty when they remembered shared moments of intimacies only they could recall.Later, as the champagne weaved it's spell on us, I told them to sleep in my bed, our bed, the bed I shared with my sister, my lover and I waved away their protestations.I was tired. He was such a little imp I thought as I took my nephew’s load on my face. Then he rammed it back in and pumped my face. What a fucker I thought, then I figured that must have been Cecil that I heard come earlier, because he would not have blown again that quickly if it was him coming in Cecil’s mouth. I rose up, reached and felt for him, and gave him a big kiss. I made him taste his cum as I was tasting the remains of Cecil’s load no doubt. We kissed for a bit, and I could hear Belle still. .just to show how sexy her sister looked. I added that of course that would mean the sister needed to reciprocate with a picture of her own. Well, that was a few days ago, before my wife left town. We never did get a chance to send that photo, but her sister is texting, looking forward to seeing my handy-work, and these photos that “are not naughty, but just beautiful,“ is how I put it. Implying the photos and lovemaking afterwards is that as well, beautiful, not naughty. I guess I was.