I of course profusely thank my grandparents for all of mypresents, before feeling my body tense up as a knock comes from the frontdoor, announcing the...arrival of my other grandparents and great-grandparents. This time it's mum, seemingly sensing my anxiety, whoanswers the door, and when she returns, my siblings waste no time indemanding hugs from Grandpa Alan, Grandma Wendy, Great-Grandma Eleanor,Great-Grandma Catherine and Great-Grandpa Harry- the latter of whom has aparticularly uncomfortable. "When the group walked into the dining room, Diana picked up an empty glass. After tapping on it with a spoon to get everyone's attention, "We have another new guest, so let's all welcome Bridget Olsen." For the third time that morning, everyone at the Retreat was introduced to someone new.Diana insisted that the new people be first in line at the breakfast bar. Arlene escorted a blushing Bridget, and Nat, Nicki, Whitney and Selina escorted Eric, Angela, Alice and Terri. Of course, Selina had. She slapped my cheek a little when I didn't open my mouth at first, indicating she wanted to explore my mouth.I had never kissed another woman except little pecks to my mother. But helpless as I was and already in trouble, I didn't have much choice. I opened my mouth and her tongue snaked its way inside to meet my own. As she held my head still by the hair with one hand and kissed me, her other hand strayed down to cup my tit and roll the hardening nipple between her fingers.She curled her. ....what a view...what a private contoured landscape of flesh. All he felt next was his face buried in her fem-holes.His face was where a males face dreams of being...buried in soft fem-flesh. J’Arnie the tart-let was grinding into his tongue and his nose. Letting him taste and smell her.Geez she smelt musky...as in a sexy hungry odour. Her fondled her arse around the plug.Hamish was lost in the intoxication of fem-smell and the rush of his tongue wanting to probe and sweep over every crevice.