I finally decided to do something about our little fantasy. I decided to make it a reality. And I had the perfect girl to join into our little menage-...-tois!Lisa and I are occasional models. We both keep our bodies in very good shape. She has [dyed] auburn hair and has olive skin with dark dusky nipples and pussy with soft, plump lips. Mine and hers are about the same. I'm very light complexioned, and that's why I thought it would be interesting to have a menage-a-tois.Lisa had given me an. ” “And us?” asked Laura. “Oh, we’re very comfortable with you. We wouldn’t still be hear otherwise. We can go on again, if you like. Just say.” That was when Harold indicated a cock that was beginning to harden under his handling of it, but wasn’t quite ready for to resume normal service. He said, “If I could make a suggestion, why don’t you two ladies set the example? Always speeds things up for me.” I’ve often wondered since if that was a spur of the moment remark, or whether it was a cue to. Lionel didn’t even pause to look.“No, Milord,” a chambermaid said to him at the doorway, but a line of redcoats couldn’t have stopped him just then, let alone a servant. He walked in the room, and there was Anne lying on the bed and looking desperately pale. The midwife was doing something to her stomach.“Now, dear,” the midwife said. “Just one more hard push. That’s it.” Then something bloody came out of Anne, and the midwife pulled it all the way out. He gasped.“And you, milord,” she said,. They pumped together in and out, my arms around the man in front, whilst I screamed and yelled for more. I was like an insatiable a****l. Finally the man running the place came and threw us out. There were three or four of us left, the big guy and a few guys who'd only just come in. They carried me and my clothes down the steps to the street. By now it was at least one in the morning, and the traffic on the street was very light. I sucked each one of them to completion, each of them depositing.