Strange. It seems that everyone living beneath the roof of this chateau is unhappy with their life in one way or another. I wonder ... was this place ...lways this way? When I first came here with my Papa, did the shadow of despair hang over this place? I do not remember it being here, so when did it first appear? Oh, yes! Of course, how foolish of me, this place never recovered from the losses the Comte suffered! The chateau became a morose place after his first wife, Giselle and his eldest son,. A fresh pitcher of Margaritas helped speed our recovery.No, I won't pretend to know when or how, but I was not the only one who had enjoyed an orgasm. And yes, my lovely lunatics did naturally revive faster than me. And you, I suppose, could do better.Andrea and I gushed our approval of Karen's devious game. She graciously acknowledged our kudos. Her nude curtsey was a sight to behold. We briefly attempted more conversation before Karen again seized control."Ahem," she cleared her throat and. ***Warm water sprayed over our bodies as April and I shared a shower in her apartment. We cuddled and kissed under the warm spray and soaped each other rather thoroughly, but refrained from going further. The promise of more fun with Aaron and Patty made us conserve our lust and energy.“I don’t know what surprised me more this afternoon: You coming on to Patty like that or them going for it,” I commented as we dried off.April laughed and blushed a little.“I was taking a flyer, I’ll admit it.. I licked her nipples till they glistened reflecting from the subtle light coming in the window from the street lamp outside. Following a path down her body that seemed like a trip to heaven to me, I ended up between her toned thighs. I dipped my tongue into the slight dent of her belly button before teasing the edge of her panties with my teeth and lips. ‘Mark please…please.’ The sound of April breathlessly begging me to continue made my blood run so hot I thought Id embarrass myself and cum in.