I lick my lips tasting the last bit of myself from them.Getting off my bed, I go back into the bathroom, turning off the taps I climb in to the tub, t...king a deep breath as the water laps at my tender pussy. I lay there for a while thinking about tonight, my Master and new sister. As the heat seeps though my skin I begin to get horny again, but I know I can’t touch myself again - I know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from cumming. I lean over to pick up the razor and soap; I need to make. Monica was surprised by Rachel’s kiss. Surprised and even shocked. Yet she quickly found those twin feelings changing to something else entirely a few short heartbeats later as Rachel’s tongue continued to caress her own and she felt her best friend’s hand likewise stroking her left breast.It was quite easy to disregard anything Monica might have felt when she and Rachel were kissing for the guys earlier. After all, that had merely been a game, one to get their apartment back. This time it was. Since her name was Maria and I was to ask for a recipe for tamales, I presumed Maria was Hispanic. Wrong. Maria was Polish and lived in a lovely brick house in a nice suburban neighborhood with kids playing in the street and bikes everywhere. She was about sixty-five, a lovely widow who had raised four children and buried a husband after a life long marriage. We had a delightful visit before I put her in her trance.When I asked for the recipe for tamales, she went into the kitchen. In a moment,. His cock pulled out of her and fell on his thigh, it was totally soft yet twice as long as mine when hard. My wife started putting her bikini back on as she told me the bottoms will hold his sead in her. Then she put on her top and kissed her guy friend. He had pulled up his shorts and told her that he would be back for more of her pussy Sunday evening. She told him OK then tanked him for fucking her so good. He walked pasted me without a word and left. My wife said lets go get something to.