Wilma stood as a giggle burst from her. Other than earlier today, she couldn't remember the last time she had giggled. Fully realizing that her husban... must, indeed, have been healed, she mentally gave thanks to God for whatever had happened to them. She knew that Jeff Mathews had done something, but she thanked God for allowing them to come up here so Jeff could heal Arthur and for the invention that had done the healing.Arthur noticed her standing with her eyes closed while holding two soft. Amélie had tossed and turned all night, hoping one or both of them would ease her horniness, or that Captain Beauchamp would summon her to his cabin as he had done several times, but it was not to be. This morning would be her revenge, if that’s what you called it.“Last one in is a bunny!” Amélie shouted after she’d stripped. “Bunny” didn’t actually sound quite right, but she didn’t care. What she wanted to be was chased, and the guys obliged her. She heard them splashing behind her as she ran. "You'll never know the absolute heaven of having his hard thick cock stretching your asshole till you swear he'll rip you open and knowing that you are woman enough to take all of it and still pleasure him. "You won't know the taste of his ass as you rim him or the indescribable feeling of him pleasuring you with his tongue in return. But I have felt all this and frankly, I want more!" she said."Ohhh…," I moaned as she described the things she and he had shared. I was so envious of. Their muscles convulsed and their bodies strained with effort as multi-orgasmic explosions of ecstasy burned through their bodies. The women sobbed and screamed, then locked together in a deep, drooling kiss as the last orgasm rattled through their exhausted bodies. They fell onto their backs, their heavy tits rocking, both women spent, at least for the moment. Susanne looked at the ceiling, her head spinning, her body feeling drained, but pulsing with the aftermath of incredible pleasure. She.