I did as she said. She had me pull down her silk shorts. Marcia was not wearing panties. Her cunt was still dripping from our vigorous sex. I came in ...er at least four times and Arnold at least twice. I was no longer shy and knew that a true protege would be ready at a moment’s notice to do what she asked. She leaned against the front door of the stylish car. I licked her inner thighs where there was plenty of semen dried and some drying there. She smell of sex was incredibly strong. I licked. I looked at how content Sarah looked while Emma absent mindedly stroked her inner thigh and I asked her if she now felt better, she replied with a gentle nod and let out a sigh as she laid her head back on the pillow. Emma then stood up and exclaimed that she was far from content and that as this was the second time she had made my wife orgasm it was a bit unfair for her to be left frustrated again. Sarah had never touched another woman and her eyes widened at first but the pure desire in. She felt him urgently hard against her ass, his hands sweeping upward to grasp her breasts. Then all of a sudden she realized it felt too real, way too real for a daydream. She opened her eyes and looked down to see male hands covering her breasts. She felt warm, wet lips against her neck, and a suspiciously hard object against her backside. She stiffened, preparing to fight off the rapist. Suddenly the hands stopped and she whirled around. She almost screamed when she realized she was staring. ‘Oh, dear.’ Jonathan sounded almost frightened as he said it. ‘Well…’ Elizabeth stammered, ‘That is a lot to take in, Agnes. I mean, it is not my place to get angry with you, but…’ ‘But you are?’ I asked, finally looking my friend in the eye. ‘Well…no. Like I said, it’s not my place. But I am, well, hurt. I mean, we are all so very close, and what will happen now that you and Irene have hurt Benjamin like that?’ ‘I know!’ I said, near tears once again. ‘How I know. And yet, the pull to play.