I look back over my shoulder as I follow Jo along the corridor. Judy is working hard. She looks up again as we reach the corner. I can't tell if she's...unhappy about what she's doing or if she's enjoying it. Maybe she doesn't even know herself. I'm in two minds about most of what's happened so far.Jo takes me to see the genial and enthusiastic black American who was on the coach with us yesterday. As soon as he speaks, I think he could double for Eddie Murphy. "Hi, Honey. Nice to see you again.. Micky had a smudge of something blue on her cheek. Both were dressed in old sweats."Sorry," gushed Susan. "We were painting in the nursery and forgot the time. We're not dressed."Sabrina smiled and said "Nonsense. You're at home, and you can dress any way you like."They ushered us in. There were no hugs this time, but a round of handshakes that seemed a little tense and forced. Susan led Sabrina into the living room, while Micky sidled up an nudged me with her hip. She grinned and mouthed the. Sandie continued pulling on him.“How does it feel?” asked Madame.“Umm - OK.”“I did tell you how pathetic he is.”When they were satisfied that it was big enough, though still not really hard, the blonde rose from the bed and removed her skirt and jumper, placing them on his chest on top of her knickers. Mrs Smith knelt on the bed between his legs and massaged his cock to stiffen it enough for her to slip an elastic band over his cock, then twist and double it around his scrotum to harness his. "Cheryl!" Both Robin and Cal exclaimed simultaneously. Cal was very surprised, but Robin looked frightened."No, I... I... I'd better get home," Robin stammered.For some reason, Cheryl was really determined. "Robin, you stripped for Greg - an asshole that you hated. So what's the problem getting naked in the hot tub with the nicest guy in the world?" Please, Cheryl! I... I just..." As Robin continued to protest, Cal held his peace, intrigued by the interplay between the women."Oh, all right,".