Babs asked her if she was falling for him already and she said she was. I told her my dad was asking the same questions. We giggled and said how cool ...ould it be to have them get married and Babs was literally dancing as she helped me clean up. When we went back into the living room, we didn’t see either one of them. There was a note on the sofa that said they were running out for some dessert and would be back later. We never heard them leave and when we looked out, Helen’s car was gone. Babs. I held her leg against me firmly, the restriction of that was causing her tension to build greatly. I went back to sucking her clit until I knew she was going to orgasm again, when she did I pulled her open again and watched her contractions as she came.I lay there for a moment, letting her recover. I kissed her around the tops of her thighs or on her clit; once or twice I slid my tongue into her again. When she relaxed I asked her, "Do you want to feel more?" She looked at me, her eyes were. I got down to my knees now, my mouth still working on Amy’s tits while my hands moved down to her cock, hard and stiff, her well defined balls big and heavy underneath. I took her shaft in one hand and pulled the foreskin back while, with another soapy hand, I started to rub the head of her cock, causing Amy to gasp and lean back against the shower wall, pushing her cock forwards. As I wanked that stiff cock, smooth, slim and very hard Amy’s balls were swinging underneath, like mine soft and. Then I pulled the other end of that rope over the back of the sofa and tied it off to the other back leg. I had to re-do it a couple of times to be sure it was snug and unescapable but loose enough so they wouldn’t strangle (and also NOT wake them) but snug enough to make sure they couldn’t just slip their heads out. I stepped back and admired my handiwork. All the knots were at the back legs of the sofa and they couldn’t possible stretch themselves to reach them. I’d show THEM . . . they were.