Cinnamon was standing nearest the showerhead and most of the water was hitting her. I was enjoying the sight of both their naked bodies. Especially th... water streaming down and glistening on Cinnamon’s skin.“Since it was Candy’s turn first last night, It is my turn first this morning,” Cinnamon stated. She handed me a bottle of shampoo, then put her head under the stream of water wetting her hair. I squeezed out some shampoo and began shampooing her luxurious hair. Her hair was strong, but soft. I could feel their tongues licking me and my juices were flowing out of my pussy and down to the awaiting mouths. Suddenly I was being lifted up and then placed down gently on an enormous sheep skin rug in front of the roaring log fire. Strange hands were now caressing my naked breasts and mouths were exploring every part of my naked body. My nipples were being sucked while another mouth began to nuzzle my wet pussy. I opened my legs and felt a tongue being pushed into my. Days were confusing. Amy and I still met each day, and we still discussed all the things that we always did; however there was an undertone to all our conversations, and at any moment she might demand something of me, and I would comply. In addition to small chores, the rubdowns continued. I did her feet, her back, her head, her neck. It culminated on Saturday, when Amy insisted that I come over late in the afternoon.When I arrived, Amy was in her bathrobe, and she told me to follow her. Your fingers seeking and finding my heat.They slide between my lips, moving back and forth, your fingers getting so wet from my juices.I reach down and my fingers join yours...rubbing and teasing my pussy.My juices covering my fingers, I take them and slide them across your lips...you suck the juice off my fingers tasting my sweetness...your fingers plunging in and out of my hot wet pussy...making me moan and move against you, pushing my ass against you.We move to the picnic table...you lift me.