The tabletops, too. The floor was swept and mopped, the windows all wiped, and every other available surface checked for dust. Adrian glanced at the c...ock. Almost noon. He went around and inspected the lights, the pool tables, and even the bathrooms, hoping to find something else that needed doing. For a moment, he even considered rooting around to try and find the source of that ever-present stink. Finally, though, he had to accept the truth: there wasn’t anything left to preoccupy him.. Emma's rear was facing me, quite alovely sight, indeed, as my wife lapped over and over at her pussy, nowflushed and crimson from being given a very good time. Emma's head wasbobbing up and down giving back as well as she was getting, both seemedtotally engrossed in ravishing each other.I watched as Emma shook her head back and forth as she tongued Donna'spussy, sucking it, getting her juices, just giving her all she could asshe rubbed her own pussy back and forth across my wife's mouth as. ’ She laughed as she went out the door. We cleaned up breakfast, took off all our clothes and went out to the garden. We worked three hours with a few minutes at the beginning for slathering lotion on us and a few minutes at the end for a shower. There is something magical about being linked and sharing work as well as play. Kay got a blanket and spread it in the shade of Aunt Buzz’ peach tree. We spread ourselves on that blanket and Kay asked, ‘You’ve never kissed a pussy have you?’ ‘Your. His eyes wandered to some point beyond my shoulder, lost in his thoughts. He came back to himself and looked at me in all seriousness. ‘How about an eye for an eye? I told you a story about my ex, how about a story about one of yours?’ The mention of ex’s brought to mind only one. My mood changed like the weather. I was nervous one minute and gloomy the next. There was a time when I lived in my past, I had since learned to shake off the shackles of long-ago and live in the present. Every so.