Jennie held onto Sandy to keep balance. She parted her legs giving Sandy access. Sandy’s hand found Jennie’s labia lips, and she slid her finger i...to Jennie’s cleft. Jennie sucked in a breath at her touch, Sandy’s fingers cold from the water.Sandy starting rubbing her fingers through Jennie’s slit, sliding back and forth, doing little circles around her clit and pressing against her mons. Jennie’s eyes softened, and she moaned.Jennie whispered, “Sandy, I love you so!” as she held on to Sandy,. Not my cup of tea, but there you go. Nathan pulled up in front of the large double front door, where we were met by a middle-aged man with pepper and salt hair, dressed in a dark suit. The house was a surprisingly modern looking building and not the country house you might have expected in such a setting. It was an ‘F’ shape with the main entrance on the inside corner of the building. I discovered later that it had a master bedroom suite and a further eight bedrooms, all of them, except one. I felt the zipper go lower as Katie's fingers found their way into my boxers. She rubbed the tip of my cock with the top of her thumb and then moved her hand lower to grab both my balls and give them a firm squeeze. Wendy was now chatting away with the two men and Katie looked me in the eye and said, "I'd love to feel your nice big cock between my breasts. How would you like to tit fuck me, Steve? And then shoot your hot spunk all over my face and hair." Umm, yeah," I croaked. "That would be. She stood alone outside before the door opened and Neil stuck his head to her. ‘Do you need an invitation?’ he said with a smile. Jenna shook her head and entered the devil’s lair. There were a hundred things that Jenna had expected of her first meeting with Rylan Washer, but it certainly wasn’t the scenario that she was witnessing right now. The expansive ultra-modern cabin was filled with people. They all stood in an arc around the desk with notes or books or sketches. Papers went flying in.