We did not touch a single woman. When very sharp set we fucked each other, but very little even of that, so that we renovated our constitutions and re...urned in robust health, ready to do justice to the charms of the two darlings, who had impatiently awaited our arrival.It is needless to repeat the description of the delicious fucking with which they welcomed us. They appeared more lovely than ever, especially Ellen, who had developed into womanhood. We made arrangements to leave the two darling. I screamed out loud as my whole body vibrated. I was kicking and screaming but she only pushed it in deeper. I wanted to jump off the bed the sensations through my body were so intense. Tears were running out of my eyes. My nipples felt like they were going to pop. She turned up the vibrator and I thought my belly was going to explode. Then she turned it up more and I did explode squirting like a hose was inside me. I heard her laughing and I called her a fucking bitch whore motherfucker. She wore a very short white tennis dress which rode up her hips each time she bent forward, giving me a clear view of her plain white knickers, beautifully stretched across her arse cheeks and disappearing between her thighs. Along the edge of her knickers in the area between her thighs I could clearly see dark curly hairs protruding from within. I was mesmerized by the sight and had to f***e myself to concentrate on the match. Mrs MacDonald easily won the first set 6-2 but her opponent. She then repeated the process on her left leg. Again working all over the thigh with her legs spread apart, and down to her calf. I was so mesmerised watching her that I forgotten about her audience for several minutes, then I remembered that they were watching this too. This wasn't a brief glimpse of her body, like she gave them before. This was prolonged exposure. I had lost track of time but I knew that she had been naked before them for quite a while now, massaging lotion all over her body..