It didn’t take too long to fill the air with a slight odor of sexual excitement, causing my mind to black out. Both of us were in a sexual ecstasy, ... devouring frenzy which enhanced our lust even more. The scent of our sexes became stronger. The more Sarah pressed my cock into her crotch, the more her bikini bottoms were pushed to the side. Soon her pussy was free from its cover, and exposed to the fabric of my trunks, still engulfing my rigid pole. She kept on pressing it hard into her crotch.. ‘Well. So much for confident, huh?’ ‘You’re doin’ jus fine son. An’ early to boot! You just owned your screw-up, and moved on ahead. That says a great deal about a man. Now let’s have that firm handshake!’ As we shook, we made formal introductions. ‘Tom Foreman.’ I said. ‘John Anders.’ he replied. ‘Pleasure Sir.’ ‘Yeah, whatever!’ he laughed good naturedly. ‘So James called me ‘cantankerous’, eh?’ ‘I believe he meant it in the kindest fashion, Sir. If …’ ‘Don’t go makin’ ‘scuses for others!. That she can truly just let go and might as well enjoy herself as it’s a cold night and there was no sense in being miserable. He started to whisper into her ear and said to just relax and do whatever feels natural and okay for her body to do. To enjoy how it feels, so hard up against her like that. How it seems so wet and tingly. How they might as well just be honest with each other and really make the night enjoyable. Frankly, they could do what they were doing right now all night long and. Once again, Helen was reminded of what drew her to Chelsea in the first place, a restless sexual energy, a strong will, and a powerful, aggressive, dominant persona, at least where she was concerned. At one point, Chelsea had Helen pinned by her wrists to the bed and rubbed her clit against that of her “victim,” while kissing her fiercely on the mouth. This naturally prompted more than a few orgasms from an extremely excited and aroused Helen Bryant.This lesbian activity continued on both parts.