His hands were really bad, still heavily bandaged and he struggled to do things for himself. I asked jokingly how he managed with the toilet. He said ...e had to sit downfor all functions, and just tried to manage. We drank quite a lot of wine, and got talking. I asked him if he was seeing anyoneand he said not (he was lying as it turned out). I asked him how he managed to masturbate! He was a bit shocked by the question. I admitted I had to do it daily,at least once. He'd got these tracksuit. My arms kept hugging Karen's thighs and my mouth remained clamped onto her clit and I enjoyed the wild ride, which went on for no more than a minute, but it was one of the best minutes of my life. "Yes! Yes! Oh, god!" she cried out ecstatically when she climaxed. All Karen's muscles clenched, and she jammed her pussy into my face for a final time. After her great orgasm, she seemed to melt into the mattress like a pink and creamy white puddle, and I took advantage of the opportunity to feast on. Janet giggled. “Annie, meet Kofi the Cock,” she said. “It looks like he’s up for it already. Go on, Kofi, get to work on Annie. She’s our guest, so she gets first dibs. Swati, give me your dick here.” She took the guy called Swati’s cock in her mouth and began to slurp away expertly.I spread my legs wide and used my fingers to spread my labia apart, exposing my glistening wet flesh and open cunt-hole. My whole pussy was already pink and puffy with arousal after Janet’s fingering.“Come on, Kofi,. I must admit I had a funny feeling of anticipation when I gazed at this beautiful lady.Her black satin robe was partly open, showing clearly the black nightdress of the same material underneath, both of which contrasted wonderfully with her dirty blonde page boy cut hair. I noticed that she had lovely blue eyes that I guessed could on occasion look like splinters of ice to anyone who crossed her... She was not wearing any make-up, and in this setting and this environment I was already beginning.