He’s raring to go, aren’t you John. And it afterwards you can thank him with a blow job, that’s also ok. But no fucking. Please don’t tempt th... poor guy.’ ‘I think Donna should get to go first. She needs some caressing of her pussy.’ Julie volunteered. Donna sat down on a patio chair, pulled up her knees and spread her legs. Her newly bare pussy was glistening. ‘Go to it John.’ Janelle encouraged. And that I did. During the next seven or eight minutes I used all of the techniques Janelle and. Certainly I was more excited than I had been in a long time. Clearly I was inexperienced in control or prolongment of lust. I just know that the expression of drowning in your own passion as you cum is true; it DID happen. I was cumming, and I was shouting. I was pumping and I didn’t even think about Tim as I did; I just slammed and shoved it in and out until I had long stopped shooting.It was when I felt my softened cock slipping out of his ass that I “came to” again, noticing Tim. His. Vicky cried through half of it and held my arm or hand the whole time. I have to say I got a bit teary eyed myself. I wasn’t sure if it was the play or the fact that I saw Vicky crying. It was late when the play let out. I wasn’t sure what to do next. I would be going home the next day and Vicky told me she had to work also. In fact she would be traveling somewhere else in France. We got in the car and I looked at her. ‘Where do you want to go?’ I asked. First she stared at me for a few seconds. Yasmin blinked up at her, then gave her a shy smile. Rain growled low, her mouth trailing over her skin, her sharp teeth gentle across her body, over her breasts, tongue on her nipples, then lower. Yasmin moaned, Rain's tongue between her legs, on her clit, her body on fire. "Please," she whispered, needy. Rain moved up her body, her fingers between her legs, their mouths meeting. Rain's mouth went to where her long-ago bite was and Yasmin gasped, arching under her, her legs twining around her.