Going down, it was fantastic on my pussy. The water blew my labia back and tickled my clit. I showed Jen what I was doing, and, on the other side, she...tried it as well. I was positioned so that my feet were sticking up out of the tub, and my hips were level with the jet I was using, which was spraying directly onto my ass and pussy. My hands held onto the sides, and my back was parallel to the the water, my head sticking up above it. The waters force on my clit was so strong that I was cumming. If you want that, I reckon yer'll have to ask stink-fiend Whitehouse!" Been there, done that!" Harvey chuckled.I laughed back and grabbed Harvey's bum-cheeks and prized them wider apart. I could see his ringpiece in the nest of fur inside his crack, looking red and swollen from having other lads' dicks shoved up it. I suddenly wondered if Whitehouse's tongue was the only bit of him that had pushed its way into Harvey's butt.I pushed my face right into the middle of his hairy stink and licked at. She had dressed for the occasion in a figure hugging black number, low cut and high hemmed. Sluttishly, Jacqui sat on a bar stool and portrayed her willingness with legs slightly parted and no underwear, giving free access to view if the guy was interested enough to try.They were joined by a couple, names were not required, just a mutual attraction. He was taller and much broader than Chris, bearded with large hands and hairy arms. She was reasonably attractive, quite short, obviously younger. The night had been hard for one reason or another, he wouldn't articulate the pain, be it physical or emotional. Danielle understood men of his generation found it difficult to put pain into words. Without ever learning the Why of his tears, she understood the How, and felt it grossly unfair that her life could be renewed while someone in equally dire straits remained abandoned. Smiling silently, Danielle stood above the withered, wrinkled spectre of old man Collins and plucked one long dark.