Susan leaned down and started licking that pink ring and slowly working the vibrator in and out. Kim was pumping back and softly repeating "Oh yes, Oh...yes make my ass Cum"Susan kept pumping her ass but got on her knee's beside Kim, leaned down and started whispering something in Kim's ear. For a short while Kim quit pumping back she looked like she had become frozen in place. Susan just kept pumping and whispering. The next thing I know Kim is crawling backward off the edge of her bed. With her. Finally I was conscious of being out in the fresh air; I opened my eyesand realised we were outside of the club heading towards his car. Icollapsed with exhaustion into the front seat of his car and driftedoff into a drug-fucked sleep. I woke up outside of my own house; mypanties all wet and sticky, the taste of semen still fresh on mytongue.MR WILTON'S PERSPECTIVE.She had been a good girl that night in the club; I had long known thatI had her beaten, but that night she had proven it once. Enough of that. I'm here to enjoy myself. She looked into a mirror between the two beds, glad to see that the dark circles beneath her eyes had vanished between sleeping on the plane and her first night here. The sacrifice of a day of her vacation was well worth it for that reason alone.The shirt she'd put on was too tight, wrinkles stretching between the over-abundant breasts that were her blessing — and sometimes curse. She stayed in good shape — not that her husband had noticed — and looked. Trish grinned at me, straddled me, took me home, so to speak.Froggy sighed, “Trish, whenever will you let me...” Plaintive tone. Might have felt sorry for the lad had I not been otherwise occupied.Trish winked at our best buddy, “After Birdie and I are married, darling. I’ll be expanding my list of serious boyfriends.”Froggy gasped, “Open marriage?”“For one of us.”Distracting natter, even in the best of circumstances. But Trish squeezed and squished herself around me, brought me back into.