I gave her an enema, I gave her a douche, and I tasted her with my tongue to make sure that she was clean. Then I had Mrs. Collins taste her too. That...caught all three women off guard. Mrs. Collins gave her a few licks and then stepped aside to let Mrs. Blakely in there. I hadn’t told her too, but it was nice that she volunteered. I then told Mrs. Collins to give her a thorough shower.I got undressed and then shaved Mrs. Dylan’s legs and underarms. I had her bend over and grab her ankles so. I kept my eyes half-closed and tried to figure out why my body was not doing what I asked of it.The Redcoat stumbled out the broken door where the girl as still tremulously pleading, "Don't, don't." Annabelle sat up, pulled down her torn shift and looked at me. I opened my eyes and she scrambled to my side."You're not dead," she whispered, a trickle of blood pulsing from her torn lip. "We've got to help Cissy."I just stared at her, and she felt around under the bed, found my big bayonet and cut. The fingers in her pussy explored to find her lightly rough G-spot. As I found it, I started to finger fuck her at both ends while my mouth sought her now fully exposed clit and sucked on it. I felt her clamping down on both sets of fingers as she writhed violently on the bed.With a hot moan, she exploded, and my fingers were clasped as if they were in a vise and then drenched by her copious discharge of fluids. I removed my fingers and lapped her sweet emissions while she orgasmed repeatedly.. “Let me go!” the teenager screamed now, her whole body squirming as the man pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles and managed to get one foot out the hole, leaving the garment hanging around her left ankle.“Help! Somebody help me!” she shouted, hoping against hope that one of her neighbours had chosen to stay home that day as the full extent of her predicament set in. There she was, the long lawn chair having dropped half to the ground, her body bent over backwards, her ass in the air.