She had the impression that he was holding her away from himself to look her up and down, assessing what he saw.Then his fingers were insinuating them...elves into the waistband of her panties and pushing them down. She stepped from them, totally nude, her heart thumping and her breath becoming staccato with expectation. He pushed her lightly in the direction of the bed, more guidance than propulsion."Go and lie down. And let me see you."She knew what he wanted. She laid herself down with her. Her back was really stiff. She ached all over. There were things she noticed that made the place more like a home at every step. There were faint hand marks on the stairway walls, some were little, children’s hand prints, some were bigger. She imagined some of them might be Paul’s when he was a little boy, some when he was older. She smoothed the tips of her fingers over the smudges, ‘Paul’s little child’s fingers might have done this.’ She reached the bottom of the steps and briefly stopped.. When Trish arrived back with towels, both hurriedly wrapped the towels around their waists and headed inside to finish their drinks.Alain, knees shaky, slumped down on the settee, his eyes followed Trish, as she went to the CD player and changed CDs. Then she joined Dave in the kitchen where he had opened the bottle of bubbly they had brought with them from home. As he pouring three glasses of bubbly, he commented “I thought tonight might be a good time to crack this; he may like to. She did not even take notice of the face that the camera was pointed at her face, she just kept sucking and licking her cock, sliding her tongue along the length of it and sucking on his balls. “God Damn! This bitch is fucking good!” Jerome remarked. “Damn man, look at her take all that dick” Tyler added. She portly rose her head and gasped, before looking down at Jerome’s cock then at the phone, looking at me. She smiled as the spit strung from the head of the cock to her lips, “Fuck she.