Squish. Squish. Squish. I must have been in heaven. Not wanting to leave Sara out of the act I switched girls again. Sara opened her mouth right up ju...t like a good little girl. I slowly pushed into her throat ignoring her gags. I had to pull out every so often so that Sara could breathe. She clearly wasn’t accustomed to having a dick in her throat. I was sure she’d be a pro by the end of the week.I kept alternating between the girls, switching every 5 minutes or so. I slid both of their tops. I slip a finger into her pussy as I move from kissing her mouth down to her neck, nuzzling and kissing, nibbling her earlobe a bit, eliciting even more moans. She pushes me back a bit and lifts up her shirt, revealing those glorious breasts once again.I move down to her tits and start kissing and licking her nipples. “Ah, fuck I love that” she says as I suck a nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard now, my index finger still slowly gliding in and out of her pussy, getting wetter and wetter by. The young woman’s assertiveness remained from her younger days, when she knew not of words, and of necessity had to nudge, pound or grab something to call attention to it. Her lover had not seemed to mind, as it was a more precise expression than a clouded phrase or reference, even though the latter was more ‘ladylike’. All afternoon, they had told each other how wonderful they felt, and no more words seemed necessary now, as the moonlight created passing shadows on the portions of the walls. I dropped the cloth, and traced her labia, eliciting a whimper. She hunched forward, as if to take my finger within her, but I withdrew, and turned her again.I washed her hair. She closed her eyes, and leaned back against me. Her bound hands reached for and found my cock, and she began to stroke me as I lathered her up. I began to "rise to the occasion". Attempting to ignore my treacherous organ, and her bound massage thereof, I put my attention into the shampoo I was administering. I wound her.