He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and fastened it in back."Now all you have to do," Allison told him, "is run that feather over my body. Use shor... strokes, and touch me in different places. Don't follow any pattern or I'll be able to anticipate it, which will spoil the fun." Are you ticklish?" he asked."A little, but that's all a part of what makes it feel so good."Greg lifted the feather, then experimentally ran it lightly over Allison's ribs. She gasped at the contact, her mouth opening. "Irene, I have seen you clean them before you left at times, think you cleaned them last evening?" I do clean them often, just that they look better than ever." She smiled at me as she spoke and I had the idea she knew I cleaned them for her.Eight months laterWork was going well and I had just gotten my license to be an electrician which was great for myself and Irene, I could make some extra bucks on the week-ends and Irene would not have to look elsewhere for an electrician if there was a. It pulsed, and as it did, my tongue went deeper into her. She came again, almost straightaway. I reached out and found her cunt, she was dripping, so wet. My fingers inside, my tongue inside her. Her back arched as she came again, noisily this time, the groan almost a scream.“Oh fucking hell, yesssssssssss, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck my cunt, fuck my arse, nooooowwww.”“Cut,” Giselle called. She quickly strode beside us.“Right fucking change of plan. We’ll do a DP, and you over there, when they are. We went on holiday almost a year to our first anniversary and on one night of drunken revelry, we were joined by an older man who invited us back to his in hotel room and I got into a kissing competition with him. He was a man in his fifties, holidaying alone, his first since his wife had passed away and encouraged by my boyfriend, I hugged him, then kissed him, and my boyfriend insisted he take some video of me as proof of my willingness to be open with a stranger.As the truth be known, this.