Just a twenty minute soak then a body wash shower and then time to apply la piece de resistancance, her make up and wardrobe. All in good time.Bubble ...hree hovering overhead as Jane pings at tub bubbles and counts imaginary daisies and plucks prophetic petals: " He loves me, he fucks me not; he fucks me, he loves me not; he loves me, he fucks me not; he fucks me, he loves me not ... Last one! he loves me... ( blush beneath the bursting bubbles ) He loves me ... so I let him fuck me yes." (. A few more minutes and she knew she’d cum. She grabbed my head and pushed his face harder into her pussy. “Oh yes, almost there, almost, yes, yes, YES! YES!” She screamed as the first waves of her orgasm hit. They’d been playing around now for almost half an hour and she’d been so hot that this was a huge orgasm. Her body convulsed deeply and she shuddered through wave after wave while I continued licking, sucking and biting her clit“Okay, okay, okay,” she gasped pulling my head away. “That’s. ”“I’ll wait here for you,” he said, kissing her.Several minutes later, she reappeared, returning his kiss. “There, now I’m fresh and clean, ready for more fucking action with my Daddy!” She let others overhear. “Did you take a Viagra?”“You’ll have to find out for yourself,” he smiled, embracing her body.Dan led her to a table where they cuddled so Abby could take in the atmosphere. “I’ve never seen so may people fucking at once in my life! And there are several three and foursomes and some. Eventually, Helen was ensconced in the living-room with Mr and Mrs Smythe. He was sitting poker-faced at his laptop and his wife was curled up on the sofa with an enormous book and a cup of coffee. Helen went into her act. “Do you want me to clean that leather settee?” she asked. “Of course,” Mrs Smythe replied. Helen bent down to get her cleaner; she made sure they could both see her red thong. She picked the bottle up, and then pretended to drop it, so she could give them another flash of her.