Alone and with the house to myself, for the first time in I couldn’t remember how long, I began to dwell on thoughts of pleasuring myself in front o... some good porn on the net. I opened my nightstand looking for the bottle of lube we use occasionally but it wasn’t there. Maybe we left it on my wife’s side so I opened her nightstand only to find a journal. I had no idea Marge was keeping a diary and I was more than a little intrigued. I decided to put off masturbating and peek at what my wife. Tradesmen’s focus. Replacing, adjusting, and checking fixtures. Surprised by no interruptions. He just had to know what the hell was going on. He fantasised: a nympho lesbian shower party. About twelve he had a sneak around the house. Unbelievable, three girls: separate…writing, reading, focused on study. It was going to be one hell of a world they dominated. Lunch was relaxed. Light and flirty, like the club sandwiches and bottled water provided by Chef Erica, the morning had to be make. Unfortunately for Henry he found out the hard way the first time through with Alex when he slipped and fell, sliding down the slick trail into the river. Once Alex stopped laughing, he helped Henry back to his feet. So he wasn’t as sure-footed as a cat.So, as they made their way down the trail Henry told Cindy the story of his first run down the trail, and that was it, as this trail became their path of choice.Within a short time they made it to the boulders along the creek. Henry climbed up on. A hand grabbed my hair, and her upper-class voice told me to keep going. Unable to procrastinate any longer, I took a deep breath and poked out my tongue and thrust it into the unknown. "Ughhh," was all I heard and then came a stream of obscenities as I continued my oral explorations. "Fuck, you're a natural, Liam," she exclaimed, pushing her backside into my face. "I aim to please," I mumbled into her soft flesh, secretly delighted with myself. "You're certainly doing that, stud. God, this.