But every four years, as the festival approached, every woman prepared herself, just in case.Olivia had properly prepared herself. There was no hair o... her body below her neck. She had given herself seven enemas, the last two with olive oil so that she was totally clean and permanently lubricated there– at least for the Day of the Choosing. She also had a special festival vibrator in her cunt, quietly keeping her aroused so that she was also well lubricated in front.On her nipples were two. Paul paused his thrusting while my pussy convulsed around him, then started again, and was guiding me towards coming again when Alexa responded to Ed paging me. I broke off the kiss and Paul paused, his cock buried deep in me. "Sorry," I said."It's OK. Go and give Ed a good time. I'll be waiting"Paul rolled off me and I straightened my panties and went back upstairs. Ed was sat on the end of the bed, his cock hard and ready for more action. I moved to stand in front of him and undid my skirt,. Right?” “Very right.” Dileep appeared to be full of beans. “Do come in.” Zoya said. After all formalities had to be taken care of. Dileep stepped in the drawing room. He was a handsome looking man perhaps in his early thirties. He had on a white T shirt and blue denim jeans. “Thanks. This is a nice place you have. Nice and cosy. Well, I have something for you that should please you.” He said. Immediately it struck to Zoya that this was the man who was in possession of those photographs. “. .......she bit her lip......mmmm, back in full drive again I quickly mounted her and ripped her shirt and bra all the way over her short haired head. We aggressively french kissed as she welcomed me with open arms and spread legs. As her hands rubbed my back she pulled my shirt off fully and stroked my glistening back. I tenderly rubbed and twisted her nipples with my left hand while supporting myself on my other elbow. I could feel her lips quiver everytime I pulled her cute little.