It all had to be right.Through it all Ganda cooks my meals and I must confess amazement – Ganda is a world class cook. She has a deft hand and every...hing she makes is beyond good. I am going to marry a beautiful, sexy, compliant, fun, woman who also is happy to wash and iron my clothes and clean the house. She even required that I let her clip my finger and toe nails. That last thing became an issue one day when we were in Mindanao and her mother decided that Ganda had failed to keep my nails. I felt a hand touch my pussy, then others, and try as hard as I could I couldn't control my feelings. Now I felt them take turns to touch me, it was nice as they were quite gently, some just touching for a moment others running their fingers over it to feel her. A voice said, "Look she's getting aroused" I knew my pussy was responding to the pleasure I was feeling inside me. "Let's give her a wank," someone said. And a hand started to jill my clit. There were more than one hand, fingers on my. " Okay," Rebecca said and took the brush away. “Let me do that.”Deana spun her desk chair around and mounted it backward, then leaned forward on the backrest. “I'd like that.”Rebecca held the brush in her teeth, and her hands swept across Deana's cheeks, collecting her hair. When it was a thick rope in her fist behind Deana's head, she dug the brush in and went to work.When the bristles dragged over Deana's damp shirt, her nipples tingled, and an unexpected sound of pleasure escaped from her. “Full like it is meant to be, we were born to have babies together.”At this she pushed harder against me and moaned my name over and over, as fountains of her juices soaked my cock and the sheets. I pushed deep inside and flooded her pussy as it spasmed around me. Our breathing slowed as I held her tightly, flexed my cock, and shot just a little more seed inside.“Oh, my man” she moaned as she milked my cock with her pussy.It was then that we heard voices again through the window.”Fucking loud.”.