.. rubbing them. But that isn’t all It felt like ... someone was rubbing my ... you know, and then I came ... so hard. Jill I have never had an orga...m like that before.”“WOW Beth, that is quit a story...” Beth raised her hand.“Jill, that is not all that happened, after I calmed down I got up on the float and lay down with my feet in the water and the feeling was still there. I laid back and it was as if there were hands sliding up my legs, not physical hands only the sensation. I found myself. ‘Come and dine with us, sister!’ The filmy fabric billowed as she stepped into the hall, and headed for the stairs. As she descended, she saw them in the wide, arched doorway of the dining hall. Identical looks of hunger and appreciation greeted her. Rob, so comfortable in his temporary station of lord of the manor, was utterly at ease in an open-collared shirt and soft leather trousers. His feet were bare, his blond hair tousled, and an easy grin rested on his lips. One hand held a snifter of. .” Miss Ferguson’s head jerked back as she gasped, bending her back almost double. She was clearly thrilled at the sensation emanating from her genitals.Brian paused, withdrew a little, and then with a firm thrust embedded his prick in Miss Ferguson.My pulse quickened and my pussy oosed.The action paused, cock lodged firmly in cunt, both of them relishing the exquisite sensations pulsing through their bodies. Miss Ferguson moved her arse, her feet in their black high heels turned slightly. The hand moved to my thigh and the man behind me whispered, “Oh my! Sussies! You are a bit of a tart, aren’t you Missy?” The warm hand on my bare thigh was making me wet. I stammered, “It’s not what you think!” but I still didn’t try to brush his hand away. “And what do I think?” he said softly. “That I’m…..um….loose!” His hand slid upward again, coming to rest at the junction of my thighs. With an evil grin, he said, “I’m thinking just the opposite! I bet you’re tight, actually.” He.