She wished, with a heaviness of heart, that Mike had not chosen this particular evening to go out for a few beers. She knew that without his companion...hip, she would spend the entire evening brooding about her secret dilemma once Jill was tucked in for the night. Then she felt a ripple of guilt for her selfishness. Mike really did deserve a night out with the boys occasionally, she reminded herself sternly. After all, he was only engaging in a little harmless recreation to help him relax after. Hester and Joosje stand at a skip-salvaged sixties-retro mini-bar while Barrington mixes drinks and pompously narrates some theatrical anecdote. "What are you having, dear boy?" he calls to me, breaking from his monologue and holding an empty glass high when I enter the room. "And the ever-fabulous Izzy too. How delightful. We thought the sheets had claimed you both. The usual, darling?" he asks her as she slips out of her jacket. "Pink gin? On the rocks?" Aww, darling, you remembered. How. He collapsed on top of me and continued to massage my sides and neck. Eventually he pulled out of me and removed his hard meat from my ass and I felt so empty when it popped out completely. Immediately I wanted him back inside of me. He wanted me to turn over and he massaged my legs as I watched him raise them up and eventually his mouth was lapping up the fresh cream he contributed to my love canal.His mouth was hungry and his hot cream was sucked out of my body as he licked my swollen pucker. With his cock firmly up my arse, he wanked my cock really hard. I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t need to either. Suddenly Kelly’s breath burst from her lungs as she shivered and convulsed. Her pussy was clamped to my tongue like there was a vacuum holding it down. I felt my spunk shoot from the end of my cock. I didn’t know what direction it was taking. I heard Kelly shout aloud and I guessed it landed on her face. All I could hear was Richard shouting out “Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!”.