We had a meeting of the minds after breakfast.“Ok, here’s what I propose. SCREEN these women who want to experiment here. As long as they’re cle...n, on the pill and their faces won’t scare little children, and preferably shaved, I’m all for the variety. That said, that is not a revolving door in the front room. You guys also need to insure if any one of these women are married, they will be the epitome of discretion. First time I’m accosted by an irate husband, WE are all over. I was perfectly. Play around with each other. Let the foreplay last longer and even if you don,t have full intercourse just chill out and let things take their course. You,ll likely find it works!” So we booked a bed and breakfast in Oxford midweek as I couldn,t get a weekend free from my job. It was an unusual September we travelled to Oxford by train as it was in the 70s sunny and Hot but a bit breezy. We stopped at the B&B so Sarah could change into a new sundress that was so low cut I could see her bra less. Shoes, what about shoes? She had a pair of brown pumps for school and a pair of black heels for special occasions. Maybe the heels would work if she could find a dress. She mentally inventoried her meager cache of stockings. None were new, but one pair had only one run, and her dress would cover it…probably. This was too much in too short a time. She’d just have to say she had a prior commitment, and hope he picked another night. Why was she acting like this, anyway? It wasn’t as if he was the. Her musky scent made me painfully hard. Looking down at me, she smiled, "Would you like me to remove my panties?" MmmmHmmm!"Raising herself up, she rapidly removed them, wrapping them around my shaft, and re-settled on my face. My tongue wormed its way inside her as my nose rubbed her clit before combing through her neatly trimmed pale red/grey bush. "Tongue fuck me, Tanner. Make me cum all over that sweet face of yours." Stabbing as deep as my tongue would go I tried my best. She moaned as she.