I wondered if God made redheads so they tasted especially good. When I told Claire that, only a couple of days earlier, she'd whispered, "I make all t...ose juices just for you – for people I love, and I love you so much it almost hurts some days."Near my cock, I felt Ellen pull away, rise, and kiss Claire. I heard their pledges of love to one another – a new and pleasant surprise and an extension of what had been happening, and then I felt Ellen's body straddle my legs. I felt her hold my penis. "Do you want me to finger-fuck you, my darling?" he queried. "I want everything", was her reply.He stood up beside her chair, his cock now straight out and so near her lips. He too his hand behind her hair and pushed her face to it. She looked up at him, smiled once and then took his purple head into her mouth.He couldn't wait much longer, but took his other hand and forced her head down onto his hard pulsating cock and began pushing into her mouth, out and then in, out and then in. Her legs. When we got into the bedroom I pulled her vest and bra off completely and took my own shirt off. I grabbed hold of the back of her head and pulled her body next to mine as we kissed. Becky unbuckled my Jeans and pulled them to the floor. She put her hand inside my boxers and wrapped her hand around my cock. I looked into her eyes and she bit her bottom lip. I took both her nipples between fingers and thumbs and pinched them hard. "Oh my God!" she breathlessly whispered.I couldn't help thinking. You're not disappointed with me?”“Disappointed? I'm delighted for you. Listen, you know that I also fuck your mum, Naomi, and all the women that belong to our Friday-night group. How could I possibly object to your fucking someone else?”“I don't know. I was just worried is all.”“Well don't be worried. As well as fucking you I love you and Helen too. Having you as neighbours and frequent visitors has certainly made our life more fun, but you have to realise that the woman that I love the most is.