I felt the orgasmic juices run over my fingers and hand while my mouth moved lower and lower. Still working her pussy my mouth sort out her clit which...was standing proud of her hood between her juicy lips.I let my fingers penetrate her while I sucked onto her clit. She was fucking my hand then all of a sudden, her body forced onto my hand as far as it would go and she literally screamed,“Ohhhhhhhhh Gawd I’m coming again. Don’t stop, PLEASE DON’T STOP!”I knew she would not let me fuck her so was. . and she was right... they would all have to somehow survive what had happened yesterday. He could not control the shaking of his hands, and had finally given up trying to eat anything at all. He sensed his wife's anguish as she sat beside him. He had given her a hard time, he knew... he'd left his mother and Ike and run out of the house... screaming. He'd gone straight to their cabin and spent what seemed like hours in the shower, futilely trying to cleanse himself of what he had done to his. Tess, especially, was the object of their frank admiration. But they looked (somewhat longingly, I thought) at Kim, as well, and even I wasn't exactly being ignored.I wondered whether, if an orgy broke out, I'd be invited to participate.There was no orgy. Just lunch. When lunch was brought out, we all got out of the pool and, wrapping ourselves in towels (we guests) or robes (our hosts), gathered at the poolside dining table to enjoy it. Tess, everyone noticed, had difficulty persuading her. She smiled and gave a little laugh.“I came down to visit my parents for the holidays. I have know Bob Storm a long time and stopped in to say hello to him. While I was visiting him, his regular daytime bartender Phyllis, came in to tell him there was a death of a dear friend. She asked if she could have three days off to attend the funeral in Naples. Bob didn’t know what to say. Since I had some free time I volunteered to be the substitute afternoon bartender if that would help. Bob knew I.