Occasionally I felt him speed up and begin to go at me. When he did, he was getting pretty deep. I guess my butt cheeks were giving in a little to his...thrusts. But, for the most part he was doing me at a nice slower pace that our usual (if 2 other times can be called usual) pace. His knees and elbows were able to take just enough of his weight off of me so I could breath, but there was enough weight on me to make me know I was being loved, and being fucked. I loved being fucked, even this way.. "Sue asked, "Why?" Jan's scent was like apples and early morning dew and she tasted like milk and honey. Sue's scent was more like strawberries and fresh cut grass and the taste was more like honey with a touch of salt and bitters. While both of you tasted great Sue just tasted a little too much like Dave."Jan and Sue started laughing again. Jan said, "I told you he would know."I said, "So you two were playing a trick on me?"Jan said, "I'm sorry we just couldn't help ourselves. When Sue came. She would part her legs and allow you access; part her legs offering herself to you. She too wanted to touch you and she did. Reaching down with her eager fingers to touch your bulge; eager fingers that would stroke; eager fingers that would claw at your zipper; eager fingers that would be your release.You watched as she lowered herself onto her knees; you watched as your cock sprang from your pants into her awaiting hand; a hand warm and inviting; a hand that would guide you to her awaiting. “Oh, I see,” she said approvingly. “Is this what the English girls get?”“Only the beautiful ones that I really like,” I smarmed back at her.“You think I’m beautiful?” she asked guilelessly.“I think you’re sensational,” I said honestly. “I have wanted to lick your armpits ever since I first saw you.”“You’re kinky,” she said happily.I swept down her body, pausing only to poke my tongue into her navel, before grabbing the waistband of her shorts and panties and pulling them down in one smooth.