The sight of her pretty pout dripping with whiskey was irresistible. I kissed her hard, pinning her down and almost ripping the front of her cheap dre...s as I freed those perfect breasts. She was nearly breathless as my drunken lips sucked on each nipple. My hand cupped her mound as my fingers thrust inside her, urgently fucking her dripping cunt. “I need a taste of you now,” I moaned into her neck. Once my tongue had finally plunged into her wet folds, she melted under my oral manipulations,. She finally reached down to rub his manhood. She asked, ?Where is it? What did you do with it?? He replied, ?I didn?t do anything with it. It pulled into mybody. It will come back out. I just don?t know when. I don?t knowwhat is happening.? Kayleigh demanded to see what it looked like. He slowly loweredhis pajama bottoms. She looked at it, then jumped out of bed,telling him to take his pajamas off. He, not being used to herbeing so dominant, did as she said. She came by him and had himstep. I felt my breath catch in my throat; I had to force myself to breathe. The storm in my mind roared louder, but my self-control held out.Janice climbed back on the bed, gripped her breasts and kneaded them for a few moments. He stared; his cock flopped on his belly. Janice ran a hand down her body, cupped her leaking lips, and slid two fingers inside her. She opened her lips so he could see, and with the other hand, she fucked herself while he watched. I swallowed in the tub chair, I wanted to. Mirella answered. He was told I was not to be disturbed and she would inform me that he called.It was late evening before I hit the kitchen for much needed food and a very large mug of tea. I was part way through my second sandwich when Mirella appeared, not the easy going, ever smiling Mirella. The girl was pissed.Hands on hips, eyes flashing, and that aura some people have that makes me think of alarm bells, klaxons and air raid sirens.I’m British, I looked straight at her, took a sip of tea.