A droplet of pale white liquid sat, coolly inviting, on the edge of her areola, just below her left nipple. I moved around her left shoulder, my finge...s trailing lightly across the back of her neck and then down the curve of her shoulder. I could see a trail of goose bumps following the path my fingers had taken. She shivered. I stopped in front of her, looking down at her. In the stillness, in the near absence of motion, with the barely perceptible rise and fall of her breasts, I felt my cock. Lisette was wearing a look of disdain. Sally, well, she had a ‘neutral’ expression which I couldn’t remember seeing before.“Your wife says there’s nothing to do here.”“Well, Lisette, if you don’t like hiking, sailing or bird-watching, that’s probably true. We do have satellite t/v and internet, and a selection of DVDs. I have a laptop computer you’re welcome to use which will stream videos, and if you give me a list I’ll obtain any film or music you’d like. There’s no cell coverage anywhere. I had not questioned it, figured it was just how life is at times. But it left me feeling horny more often than not.Next morning when I got into the kitchen, Linda was standing in the kitchen cleaning up some dishes in the sink. I looked at her from behind and thought that her big wide ass was just as sexy as my wife's big wide ass. I was wondering how her husband could be so stupid to fuck someone else. Unless Linda was not very sexual. I had no clue about how she was sexually, we had never. Suresh then made Diya in doggy and started to bang her very hard, abusing her like a whore. Meanwhile, Mark was mouth fucking her. Both of them decided to double penetrate her, which Diya refused. My friends know that I often fuck Diya in the ass, so she always uses enema whenever she visits me.Suresh went to bring some oil from the kitchen. In the meantime, Mark started to lick her pussy. She was completely under Mark’s control like a complete whore under his command. Suresh applied oil on her.