..Once he finished cleansing up my shoulders and arms, I turned back around so he could wash my front. As he soaped up my breasts, I reached to gently...glide my fingertips up and down the length of his cock, which was now standing at rapt attention like a little soldier."Hmmm... Looks like somebody's ready for a little more loving," I said, teasingly. "I have an idea. Soap up my boobs really good."I continued gently stroking his cock while he squirted another cold stream of soap across the tops. It’s pathetic.” Binky’s green eyes flashed Matt a look of disgust, her lips curled in contempt. “What can I do?” Matt looked at her, visibly torn. “You could tell her that she will have to deal with it herself or you will look pussy whipped in front of the lads,” Binky retorted. Matt slid his hand across the bed sheets and attempted to stroke Binky’s legs. She pulled them away and sat up, drawing them up to her chest. “Í hate it when you get all mad, but your wrinkled forehead is so cute,”. As he eased her to the floor beside the wet bar, he quickly checked her pulse and breathing. No, she seemed fine; she had simply passed out from the intensity of her release. As he rose back to his feet he stared down at the half nude woman sleeping quietly before him, his own hot seed was oozing from between her red ravaged cunt lips.Greg reached over and scribbled a note on one of the napkins on the wet bar, and then dropped the pen beside it. Picking up his discarded jeans, he redressed and. About 1.30pm, Frank and Marge arrived. He was dressed in a track suit and Marge in a kaftan. For myself I had shorts and a golf shirt whilst Fiona had a dress on the buttoned up the front. We went into the sitting room which had a big three person settee and matching armchairs. Coffee table in the middle. Marge kissed Fiona full on the mouth, which took Fiona by surprise but she recovered enough to say,“Fancy a drink before lunch?” Frank said “Unless it is a hot lunch we can wait, can’t we.