Oh they had fucked and sucked, but predominantly they had made love. Again as often as circumstances would allow. But for the last three years, nothin.... She looked up and smiled as her husband touched her lightly on the shoulder.“Hey babe, you okay?” he whispered.Ginny nodded. “Fine love,” she responded softly, but her eyes quickly wandered back to her true love.They were both married now and in the weeks before their marriage they had agreed that once they were married, they would have to. She started to slid itup and down first into my pussy then back out and up over my clit repeatingover and over again. She then started to change the rhythm and motion tokeep me on edge, all the time bringing me closer to orgasm. Just then I felt another pair of hands on me. Karen, your typicalblond bombshell, had been lying on another air mattress on the other sideof me. She had moved over, slipping the loose neckline of my shirt downover my breast and engulfing my left nipple in her. Then down kissing my pub area over the thin material. She put her mouth over my pussy and started to bite at it. I yelled out in surprise but that didn't stop her and I didn't mind it was kind of a turn on so I let her continue. Then she pulled them down and they dropped to the floor. She went at my pussy furiously licking biting sucking and driving me crazy. She pushed her face into my pussy hard. I lifted my one leg over her shoulder opening up my pussy wider for her to get her tongue deep. Rhoslyn herself, though, didn’t miss a beat.“We were just saying how badly we feel for Sir Rowland,” she said, smiling and smoothing her apron. “How is he holding up these days?”“Shouldn't you know? You see him every day.” Mrs. Rhoslyn's smile grew to distinctly impertinent proportions. “But you see more of him, don't you Miss James? It’s all right, no need to be embarrassed, I know how it is: I was a pretty young thing once too, not that you'd know it to look at me now.”“Yes, Mrs. Rhoslyn: I.