I'm frantic, shed of inhibitions, grinding against you shaft while tonguing your mouth. My ass moves so sensually against your palms as I work my body...against yours.You no longer care if you spill your seed in your pants. You're going to cum harder then you ever have before.You roll me onto my back, pinning my wrist above my head, giving into the most primal urge to rock your hips. You ache to thrust against me. You have a need to master me, and from the way I'm reacting, with eyes fluttering. I'd never had women thrust themselvesat me before, I'd always chased them - chosen someone I fancied and made aplay for them. But in this game, virtually naked women, some I fancied andsome I was only mildly turned on by, landed on my lap looking hot and flushed.I don't remember why there was such a long pause while the women sat on themen, my recollection of musical chair as a child was that someone would beeliminated from the game and it would restart almost immediately. I guess itwas just to. ”“Oh Ian my dear love. If you’d seen Tom earlier you wouldn’t have been jealous. He was just behaving like a prat who had too much to drink and let himself get selfish and thought he could take advantage of your father’s absence. I think he is a complete shit. I honestly don’t know how I can face him and Ellen again, but I suppose we will. Here let’s get something to eat and cuddle on the sofa after. I promise I’ll look after you Ian.”I gave Ian a strong hug but held back from kissing him. Even if that doesn't work, Joyce never does get too tired, so I'm going to come out ahead either way."We were all laughing, except for the children. They weren't sure what was being talked about. I watched Derek, Bertie, and Bunny's faces to see if they were following things, but they didn't appear to be. I think the kids were mostly paying attention to the tone of the adults voices more than to what was actually being said. As long as all of us were laughing, they didn't care too much about.