I can feel him getting to the point where he can't take it any more and I press harder. The back of my tongue is playing with his head and the skin is...sliding up and down and up and down. He pulls out his cock just in time, my finger inside him stroking him firmly but gently and he shoots his load all over me. I'm trying to suck it all back in, but it's going everywhere. It's on my tits and running down the lace of my bra and onto my stomach. Now it's my turn. He lays me back, covering my cum. That evening Jenny bought her mate Tanya home and if she could stay the night, saying it was fine I told them to be quiet if they were going to have music on, Jenny gave me a cuddle and whispered “we won’t be playing music, but we will try and be as quiet as possible” laughing as they went upstairs and into her bedroom. Watching TV Tanya came down and asked if she could get a drink, she was wearing a t shirt and a pair of small panties, her huge nipples pushed her t shirt out a bit hard not to. Jenny had brought hers, so Sarah got her own plug out and they took turns putting them in for each other. It helped Jenny feeling like they were going through it together. Sarah assured her the training would really help with Thursday night. With both their plugs in, they walked downstairs to get a drink and some dessert. Sitting at the table felt especially weird. They could still sit despite the big handle, but it pushed it in deeper and the girls made eyes at each other while they ate. . A road followed the river, connecting the distant walled northern Watu town of Daraja to the southern Kikker town of Fren. On the bank of the river, a dozen buildings formed the Kikker village of Puln. Two docks poked out into the slow moving Orlan, a Polish sailing ship and two Kikker oar boats currently berthed. A road branched off eastward from the center of the town, making its way to the forest south of where Anelie stood. On a slight rise beside the road, a half mile from the town, sat.