His chin just splashing distractingly in the pool water, he knew this was not the place, and catching her under the arms lifted her bodily onto the po...lside her legs finding their way as if by magic to trap his head to her, interlocking behind his head as his tool in the water as she sat above him. It was bliss, lapping at her slot of life, his tongue lavishing itself on the copious discharge of lubricant she was unable to control. He revelled in it, that taste, that smell, that feeling, her. She also knew that despite his best efforts to avoid his discipline, hisbottom would in time naturally start to rise up to the strapinvoluntarily, a secret she learned from her Mother Dearest. The reasonfor the phenomenon was not explained to her, but she reveled in the factthat she had started to see traits of it with Xenophobio, even though hedidn't realize he was doing it.Mrs. Dearest-Thumpsdale knew deep down that in time to come he would bepushing it off the bed as high as he possibly. His finger was skillful and seemed to read my mind knowing where and how to touch me. I tried to suppress my approval but a moan of approval slipped out of my mouth.I felt no need to be respectful or vague as I blurted out my yearning. “I want Devonte to fuck me because he satisfies me sexually.” My heart was throbbing in my chest as my hand stroked the length of his long meaty shaft and cupped his heavy balls.“Why does hubby not satisfy you?” He pulled his finger out of my pussy with a wet. ‘Shouldn’t we tell Phelps?’ I asked. ‘No. They’re only doing what we do, so let sleeping dogs lie. The other boys of the room know of it so if they’re not saying anything, I’m certainly not going to. That reminds me of the two Scot’s fellows that were like us. Patrick Fitzwilliam and William Fitzpatrick.’ I didn’t laugh for the joke was that old, it had a grey beard. ‘Okay,’ I said as I too undressed and got into bed with him. ‘Are you Patrick or William tonight?’ I asked, giving him a grin.