How precious a peddle can be, when it is the last. You sigh, like a child, as I lean over to set the peddle upon the thick bed post. Your head lifts o...f the pillow to look around. You sigh once more and lie on your back. Our eyes meet. You say nothing. Instead smile. And giggle faintly. We look into each other. Your expression changes to that more serious and you make your head more comfortable within the grouping of pillows. You reach out your hand and graze my shoulder with your finger tips,. Sam’s two thick long fingers were well inside her searching for her G spot. I gently massaged her clit. Q starred straight ahead. Her eyes in a daze, mouth open and breathing heavily. Sam broke the spell by suggesting they dance. On the dance floor, his hands were busy again subtly exposing more of Q’s chest and the back of her thighs. When they returned, I said, “Q you look like your tired and do want to got to bed?” “I’m not tired but I might……” she replied. Her incomplete answer. Does that shock you?” “Yes, I mean, no…” “Well, let’s put it this way, if I was a fat, ugly minger you wouldn’t be here, would you?” I had to agree with her – I wouldn’t. “Okay, let’s put the boot on the other foot. Finish your tea and cake, whilst I nip to the loo and when I come back I want you to have stripped naked. Don’t argue, Jules, just do it.” “Y-yes… of course.” She left the room taking out her plate and mug and closed the door behind her. I then removed all my clothes putting them. A screech burst from her lips as her whole body tensed, snapping her back against the headboard of the bed. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the slats of the headboard, and spots danced before her eyes as every shallow breath she could manage to suck in erupted as a sharp cry of ecstasy. By the time she managed to stop screaming long enough to take a full breath, her body was rocking from Rachel slamming her hips down on Adam’s cock. At the exact same moment as Amber forced her eyes.