.. Breast Medallions a la Florentine?"Jennifer pointed to the picture.Mr. Johansson read the description. "That sounds delicious." He slid Jennifer of... his lap onto the bench. Anticipating her husband’s intentions Mrs. Johansson moved to the girl's other side. "It’s time to play with our food. Spread your legs Breast Medallions a la Florentine. Vicky, you wanted to eat pussy, why don't you start us off."Vicky did want to taste the live cuntsteak. She knelt between Jennifer's legs. The first. And watching your dick being fucked by my pussy made you shoot your hot cum into my already dripping pussy without much effort.I untied your hands and laid my head on your chest. We dozed off surrounded by the scent of our sweet sex. As I was falling asleep I was thinking we'd probably wake up in an hour or so, have a nice dinner and eventually get into the hot tub like originally planned. But boy, was I wrong.I woke up to your warm mouth sucking at my ear lobes. When you heard me giggle you. I backed into the living room where the girls were sat, wondering what on earth was going on. "Oh," the guy said, "a couple of hotties eh? Were you going to have threesome tonight?" he cockily joked to me.Suddenly images of having both women flashed through my head, but I managed to stammer out "No, don't be stupid that's my wife and her sister."Maybe calling the intruder stupid wasn't the best idea in the world but I just felt I had to deny the fact to my wife that fucking Leanne had ever. ”He gave one of his grimaces to Jean that conveyed a kindly blessing before turning back to the his task.I drove off, up Whitedirt Lane towards Clanfield where Jean was meeting the works bus that would take her on to the factory.I was nearly fifteen then and Jeany was sixteen and sexy.Her job meant Jean had entered the outside world.Her appearance changed; her hair in a pony-tail that she constantly brushed and flicked.She also began losing interest in the horse-riding that we’d always shared.