I sent Helen a message saying that I would be late, because I was checking on wedding preparations. That gave me an excuse to go down to the boathouse...and look around again. The progress was substantial.First, the yard below the house had been sectioned off like a county fair midway. Blocks were laid out for various food providers and entertainment stalls, even one for clown makeup. The boathouse itself had been pressure-washed and a crew was laying drop cloths for the painters.Inside, I was. She didn’t seem to be too concerned by my reticence however. She reached for her beer and drank down half the bottle then passed me the remainder. ”Can you come again?” she asked. We both looked down at my swollen cock which was already begin to rise at the prospect of yet more sexual adventure. ”I guess so” she laughed. I knew what she had in mind but I wasn’t going to simply perform like some kind of a poodle. She’d made me come and it felt like I was at something of a disadvantage. I. “Too much jealousy when other guys get involved.”“And now,” Tina added, “To show you just how perfect it can be, I think we should finish with a nice, sexy daisy-chain.”“A what?” said Kate.“Oh come on,” Tina laughed, “Don't tell me you've never heard of a daisy-chain.”Kate and I looked at each other a little bemused. My god, we were innocent.Fiona knew exactly what Tina meant, however. “Oh yes, you really must try this,” she said. She took me and Kate by the hand and pulled us onto the floor.. His tongue slips in my mouth and I moan out against his lips. Without hesitation I pull away and stand in front of him. I put one knee on each side of him and straddle his lap. I press my lips to his as my body starts to grind against his body and I can feel his penis get hard. I rub my pussy against his erection and I hear him moan into my lips. I grind harder rubbing his erection with my pussy through my shorts over and over till he grabs my hips and pulls away to look at me. His breath is.