You are very lucky women. I've often wondered over the years what became of him. I knew he was never destined to be ordinary, and I see I was right."T...e girls took to her immediately, after our history was explained. I sat, watching them chat, smiling with pleasure. She came to dinner at their invitation, looking exquisite in her gown. There was an air of sadness about her, the reasons becoming clear over an after dinner drink for us, juice for my girls. They often complained about how I. I licked furiously while she was moaning in deep pleasure.She was almost crying and buckling to reach to my tongue. “Oh god, don’t stop!” She protested, pushing my face back down. “Like before… oh god… I’m so close, don’t stop, don’t ever stop….” I felt an orgasm building in her as her pussy contracted. “O my God!” She screamed, her body beginning to tremble uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm took over her body.with one loud moan she came hard. I waited for her to recover while we became. "You like that? Like the way that feels?" Alan questioned. And Doris did. The wonderfully teasing sensation as Alan entertained himself, using her husbands prick to stimulate her with, was doing just that. That and the thought, the simple thought, that it was another man's hand on her husband's cock that was bringing her such pleasure. It intensified the sensations perhaps, though only skirting the edges of her personal little fantasies."Oh yes, yes. I like that. It feels good. So fucking. " OK. It's on its way." What are you doing in here, Molly?" asked Mrs Bentham not unkindly or crossly."Becca's had a horrid accident. She hit her head on the kitchen floor and's unconscious. I've just rung for an ambulance." Oh my! Well done, dear! Let's see if I can help. How did it happen?" She ran to greet her Uncle Steven who'd come to visit us and slipped on something and went an absolute pearler."They had reached the kitchen by this stage. Steven was still kneeling by Becca whispering to.