I was quite busy for the rest of the evening, it wasnt until I was in bed that I thought about what Major Morris had done, Claire was not there she ha... gone out with some other friends. Instantly my pussy was tingling, I put my hand under the cover seeking my nipple trying to relive the sensations he had awoken in me, not content I ventured between my legs stroking my moist slit. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was him, I rubbed my clit harder and faster, I came but my orgasm was. “ I am quite sure Grant has things to be getting on with.” The four of us climbed on the bed and posed for the usual two couples pics. Me with a cock in each hand as Mo went down on me. Me returning the favour for Mo. Me riding Joe’s cock while Mo played with my tits and clitty as I gorged on her husbands stiff cock. Grant suggested other positions before, by now fully turned on we got down to some proper fucking. Mo and myself lying side by side as our partners set about fucking us in the good. I know I shouldn't call it a wee-wee stick, I should call it a penis, but it was too big and strange for that, it was more like a club of driftwood, his big balls like the knob end of a big branch, polished smooth from years and years at sea, and now the woman, kneeling in front of him, was touching him down there with her long fingers, and then she bent towards him and put her mouth around him, around the end of his penis, just at the end of it, while she kept touching him or tickling him, his. Her breasts, round and smooth, rose and fell quickly with her shortening breath, her nipples were sharply erect, jutting up off her puckered, honey-gold areolae like swollen bullets of flesh. Down her body their eyes roamed, past her flat stomach to the sparse triangle of light brown hair that seemed directing their eyes to her tender folds. She glistened and throbbed, her arousal unmistakable. He made only one gesture: he placed his forefinger to his lips, bidding her silence, before he moved.
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