If I guess wrong, or get out of hand, I want you to tell me that what I'm doing hurts, or doesn't feel good, or that you don't like it, or you'd rathe... try it another time, or whatever. On the other hand, if you enjoy something, say so. If you can't bring yourself to say "Do that again", then just moan louder when it's better."Second point. I don't gossip. What happens in this room is private, as far as I'm concerned. If you want to share notes with the other women, fine, but I won't tell. That was the deal though, and that was how we ended up. Dai had the spare duvet and some cushions, and the skinny one was true to her word, bunking down in one of my tee-shirts, her jeans and and a sulk. I couldn't figure it out - did she really expect to get the bed to herself?Then the plump one started. She was necking with Dai like a Dyson with a turbo fitted, and she was eager. That was no consolation to me, but the sound effects were an additional cause for complaint. There’s enthusiastic,. She could feel herself already hot wet and needy from the anticipation that had been building in her all day. Could Aiden tell from his distant and dark bedroom? What she would give to have him up close and personal!Susan allowed the robe to slip from her shoulders, and fall to the floor. She turned again, bending over to give Aiden a great view of her ass, still firm and round. She gave each cheek a rough squeeze and a slap before standing again. Her hands went back to her breasts, running. MOVING ON WITH MORE ADVENTURESPauline, soon became enthusiastic to try all new perversions. However, one thing that still featured strongly was her almost addiction for piss orgasms. It got to such a stage that virtually every time she went for piss, she insisted I stood over her and while she rubbed one out, she gave me a blow job and insisted on swallowing it. One day, she asked if I would mind, if other men fucked her. ‘You see, Derek, ever since you told me about your wife wanting her cunt.