I woke up early and decided to make breakfast for us, buttering the scones, bad thoughts began entering my mind again, bad horny thoughts. Subconsciou...ly I had begun masturbating and I wondered what would happen if instead of butter I smeared my cunt cream all over the scones. Would she notice. I had to find out so I withdrew my hand from my pussy, I was covered in my wetness and I very lightly coated the scones with my juices and then went to wake Diane up.By now I was as excited as a child on. Her pleasure reached a peak when he reached further down and pulled sharly on her nipples. The pain from the pull was so exquisite she started gushing juices like a fountain, her cunt clenched around Deen's cock making every effort to extract every last juice out of it. Deen obliged, and unloaded a massive load of cum into her already overflooded womb. He came for a minute but did not slow down his thrusts nor did he go soft. In fact if anything he got even harder than before and continued to. But what is clear is that Helping Hands has a purpose much more basic than changing washers or baking cakes."Do you see what I'm saying?"It dawned on me slowly. The only way Teresa could know about this startling enterprise was by being part of it. "You mean Helping Hands has found a man for you?"She smiled. "A man? Men, you mean." Men?" Oh, one at a time. Helping Hands doesn't organise orgies. It enables people to get in touch with each other. And if you get in touch with more than one, well -. I picked one up and started to flick through it with Debbie looking over my shoulder. Pete noticed our interest and told us that he and Lynette used the mags to get themselves turned on and that we should have a read. After a few minutes he suggested we turn to the reader’s letters section, specifically the tale about the couple who had swapped with some old friends. While we were reading the story, I could feel Debbie beginning to fidget, which was a sure sign she was getting turned on. Pete.