Victoria often thought of strangling the life out of her but knew she didn't have in her to kill Camille.Tired, she climbed under the covers and went ...o sleep. Her last thought before sleeping was, as always, Josh. She had vowed to get him back. Only death could separate them.She was so in love with him that not being with her made every morning gloomy."Darling, how would you like to sail around the world in my schooner?" Camille asked."I don't know anything about a boat." I don't know too much. As she rubbed at her crotch her mind drifted back to the day she got caught in her wife’slingerie. Letitia was at home wanking in Raquel’s two piece skyping to a fellow pervert inNYC. The door went she had no time. Raquel came into the bedroom the shock madeLetitia spunk up over Raquel’s basque much to the amusement of the New Yorker!After weeks of reconciliation the sex resumed but Letitia wanted to be a proper sissyslut and nagged on about it. Eventually Raquel gave in and agreed to “cuckold”. I remember doing that a few times myself back in my impetuous youth before realizing the nighttime buzz wasn't worth feeling like shit for half the next day. I may not be the brightest guy in the world but it didn't take too many repetitions to convince me of that.It was noted by those breaking down the gear that breakfast for two had been delivered to Niamh's room so at least someone was going to eat. The night watch had noted in the log that Rachael and a "guest" had returned very early this. YES!... it's... IT'S... FULL OF STARS!!... Aaaaahhhh!... ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh..." My timing was lucky. Ten seconds after her 'grand mal' orgasm began in earnest, my cock erupted and I felt my semen gushing through my penis. The interior friction of her tight womb disappeared and I was able to take my last dozen strokes as fast as a trip-hammer. Which almost sent Heather into orbit. I collapsed on top of her, still unable to see anything in the darkness. Our ragged and synchronized breathing.