Allie always seemed to go last. The second time, she cuddled up when she returned, leaning against me and pulling her feet up onto the couch.“Allie.....” I murmured.“Shhhh.” She waved a finger at where Red was nodding off in the chair, then pulled my arm down across her chest and laced her fingers in mine. It would have been titty time if she wasn’t wearing that Mother Hubbard, but I wasn’t feeling any hot flesh, so I relaxed, slowly, smelling her hair. Holding her was nice -- REAL nice -- but. I feel her legs clamp down on my back as she brought my cock into her with more force. There is no way around it: Fernaz is fucking me back. Her head begins to roll from side to side and her eyes went into the back of her head. " Ooh, ah, ssss, ahh," she repeatedly whispers as I retook control and start pushing in and out of her again. I slam into her over and over, feeling our slick bodies slide against each other until I feel her freeze. She bites her lower lip and squeals, holding me tight. But the large sitting room was empty.We had a drink and sat outside on the patio and she explained about her and Cal's marriage..how they'd both admitted they were bi-sexual..and how it had brought them closer together.They'd tried the 'dominant' husband and the 'submissive' dutifull wife.But..Carol was too strong willedfor that..so they decided they need to have others to 'satisfy' their need to dominate others.Carol was talking to a wifewho was a 'friend of a friend' and she 'let slip' about. Some videos continued to arrive. The sex session looked frenetic, lots of different positions, both moaning and talking constantly, encouraging each other, almost daring each other to fuck harder, faster, quicker. Then the videos stopped. Nothing more during at least thirty minutes… After another ten minutes my phone showed a new single image, which told me they were finished. Anita was lying on the bed, covered in sweat, her cheeks flushed. She looked spent, exhausted. Between her slightly.