The next day followed the same pattern. I was getting used to all the jibes now. I could hardly refute their comments as they heard Helen and me each ...vening as we went through the same routine in the bedroom. Helen was also starting to flirt more openly with my friends, probably because of their obvious advances towards her. She would touch or rub up against them at the slightest opportunity and had started to let the straps on her swimming costume drop as she sun bathed leaving her breasts. She let out a moan and said,”acha baba hold me properly”.Then I put one hand on her navel and one on her ass.She said,”what r you doing now”.i said,”giving you support”.She gave me a naughty smile and continued to find the stuff on the shelf.I started pressing her ass and navel with a little pressure.I started caressing her ass crack and navel then she let out a moan.Her breathing was getting more and more heavy.Then I took a little risk and kissed her on her navel.She was enjoying herself. As they began to make out, it was as though their bodies were touching for the first time. They were rediscovering each other again and Raven was determined to spend many sensual moments engaging in foreplay to pay her back for the night before. Jordan laid back and allowed Raven to kiss her all over. She expressed her pleasure with soft sighs and moans. Raven’s lips moved from Jordan’s mouth to her cheek, where she tenderly kissed the old bruise and then worked her way down, tasting all of. It was not hard to imagine het state of mind. Returning from seeing my guests out of the house I found three pairs of youthful feminine eyes assessing each other. In Terry’s and Dorinda’s there was sympathy. In Pettie Corbin’s only venom. ‘Your best bet is to set me free and let me go,’ Petulance announced in grandiose disdain, doing us a favor. Silence. ‘You needn’t to think I’m going to be naked whore like you two!’ More tugging at the handcuffs. No response. ‘Whatever your game is, I’m not.