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Let me start by introducing myself my name is Leyla ,i am 16 years old and I am Russian, Brazilian and Dominican. I have long wavy dark hair and I am 5″7. My skin is quite pale but has a tan glow on it and my almond shaped green eyes are well enhanced with my long dark lashes. I have Latina lips, normal sized hips and I am an A-cup. Enough of me ,lets me go on with my story… My mom Andrea,a 39 year old Dominican and my dad David,a 40 year old Russian/Brazilian have been together for about 20 years and every year since I was about 5 ,they have taken me and my older brother Michael to holiday trips to visit the rest of the Escort esat family. Michael is 19, he has an amazing 6″0 tanned body and a gorgeous face. His eyes are blue like dad’s and his hair is dark and wavy. He is much darker than I am but has similar lips to mine. He is absolutely perfect… This year for Christmas vacation we were going to Dominican Republic, the partying side of the family. These people absolutely L-O-V-E-D to party. While me and my brother were getting ready, my mom and dad went out to get some last minute errands done. I was taking my shower when suddenly Michael started etimesgut escort banging on the door claiming he wanted to pee. So as I was getting out of the shower to get a towel He came in furiously screaming that he couldn’t hold it in. You see there was still some renovating going on in my place so we still hadn’t put a lock on the bathroom door since we were going to change it anyway. As I was saying he came in and there I stood completely naked in front of my arrogant older brother . We were both in shock and I completely froze there he was just staring everywhere he could etlik escort bayan as if he were hypnotized or something, that’s when I noticed a bulge in his shorts. I think he noticed I noticed and he suddenly came back to reality , embarrassed he gave me a towel and went out of the bathroom without saying a word. The rest of the day we acted as if nothing had happened. Once in the airplane I was sitting next to my brother and I couldn’t help but notice the way he was looking at me, he never looked at me that way it was so…so sensual I couldn’t help but get hot every time he looked at me. “Okay kids time to get up where here!” mom shouted when I woke up it felt so humid , I felt as if i was in a sauna, the heat in New York is nothing compared to the one in Dominican Republic. “Michael WAKE UP!!” mom shouted again, giving Michael a tap on the head. When we got to the hotel in Punta Cana ,we were checking in.

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Travis caught his sister coming out of the bathroom on Sunday morning. She was still glowing, but looked a little mussed, as if she had gone through a long and grueling night. “Hey, sis, how did it go? He locked the door, and I couldn’t ease into your room to watch from the closet, but I wanted to.” She smiled. “It’s a good thing dad and mom sleep in different rooms; he’s still in there all wrapped around Jean. Now he’s fucked all three of us women, just as you have.” “All three, oh yeah, including mom. I heard her moving around downstairs awhile ago. She slept the night through.” Travis held to his sister’s hand. “I’m wondering how I can get Jean and mom together today. Got any ideas?” “How about if I split with dad? We can say we’re going up to his office or something. Then you can use little Jean to turn on mother and ball her yourself.” “Good enough,” he said, feeling a lift of anticipation at the idea of swinging with the little redhead and his mom. “But you know something? I’m missing your pussy, sis. I hope it doesn’t take much longer before we can all be together, you and me, mom and dad.” Her kiss brushed his mouth and she said, “Hang in there, Travis. I’ll go get them up so we can have breakfast; all of us need the vitamins.” When she darted back through the bath, he went on down the stairs, eager to see his beautiful mom again. It felt funny, he thought, talking about fucking with his sister, discussing their sex life openly and up front, but there were a lot of things changing around here since the plan had gotten moving. With any luck at all, he and Jenny ought to be able to work out the rest of it, getting his old man and mom together again. “Hi mom, smells like pancakes. Did you know that Jean Marks stayed over last night? No, I guess not; you were asleep when she came after Jenny called her.” His mother was dressed in hip-snugging slacks, black and slinky, with a see-through white blouse. A bra cupped her opulent breasts, and he wished she didn’t have it on, so he could see those great nipples. She said, “Oh? Did you and Jean have fun?” He came up to her and put his arms around her slim waist, tugging her close so he could feel the shape of her ass against him. “Didn’t touch her, mom, I swear. But if we can get dad and Jenny out of the house again, I think I can have her spend the rest of the day here, with us.” “I, I don’t know,” she said. “Everything looks different in the hard light of day, dear. Besides, your father took your sister along yesterday and he won’t want to, ” He rubbed against her, his cock getting hard at the merest touch of her beguiling ass. He wanted to slide his shaft between those pear-shaped Gölbaşı escort cheeks and move up and down, maybe prod her hidden asshole a little before lowering the head and pushing it thrillingly into the hot, wet grip of that fantastically beautiful pussy. “Don’t be a copout, mom; I won’t let you. Last night you were all up on the idea of Jean with us, making love, and I can just about guarantee that Jenny will haul dad off again this morning.” She trembled against him and said softly, “All right; I just couldn’t resist my eager young lover, even if I tried. If they go out, I’ll go right to my room, and you can bring Jean there. Have you talked to her about it?” “I’ll get to her right after breakfast,” he promised, and stepped back, letting go his mother’s body as he heard footsteps on the stairs. They ate quickly, with Jenny and him carrying most of the conversation, and when they were having a second cup of coffee, his sister announced that she was going to the office with their father. “Some files to catch up on,” his father said without looking up from his plate, “and Jenny volunteered to help.” Surprisingly, his mom said nothing in return, no putdown as she would normally have done. It was pretty nice, Travis thought, not to have his parents cutting at each other all the time. He followed Jenny out to the station wagon because she motioned him to, and there she whispered in his ear that she would go away for about two hours. “That will make it about noon when we come back, Travis. Leave all the doors unlocked, and I’ll accidentally let dad see you putting it to mother, with Jean right there helping. Just a glimpse to shake him up real good, then I’ll back him out. It’s the next logical step.” Travis said, “Well, all right, but I’m still a little shaky about him seeing me and mom.” He saw his dad coming around the car and split, his belly tightening. Sure, he thought, it all seemed very logical and simple, but what if his old man blew his cork? Dad might figure it was fine for him to stick his daughter, but he might not want his boy sticking his wife. Back in the house, he saw his mother and Jean Marks cleaning up the remains of breakfast, and heard the dishwasher going. This kind of thing could turn a worried guy into a juice head, he decided, but voted against a beer on top of hotcakes with syrup. He compared the two, his mother tall and willowy, but with flared hips and long, eye-catching legs, Jean small and cute, put together like a miniature Venus. Mom’s hair was black as night, and Jean’s was flaming red. They seemed to be getting to know each other, laughing and whispering things he couldn’t hear. Keçiören escort bayan As he fidgeted just beyond the door, his fear fading in his eagerness to fuck these two beautiful females, he saw Jean put a hand upon his mom’s waist, and watched it drift almost casually down across her ass. Immediately, his shaft leaped to attention. Jean was feeling up his mom, and he knew damned well that he was going to see some lesbian type loving before long, that he was going to be a major part of a sexual get together different from the one he had joined with Jean and his sister. This time, Jean would make love to his mother, and maybe it would also go the other way around, while he got his licks in with both of them. He couldn’t just hang around and watch them, so he went up to take a bath, using plenty of hot water and soap, lathering his body strongly, then changing the water flow slowly from hot to cold. In the end, he found himself yelling and dancing around in the needlelike spray. They were waiting for him in his mother’s room, but not really. Jean and his mom had started without him, for they were already naked and together on the bed. As he stood staring in the doorway, he saw the little girl crawling over on top of his mother’s statuesque body. Jean had both hands full of tit, and was kissing the beestung lips with dedication, her little pink tongue darting in and out. Travis heard his mother make some kind of choking noise, and watched her hands come up to cup the trimly molded ass cheeks, to caress and stroke them, push them together and pull them apart. The sight started a vibration in his rigid cock, and he walked slowly toward the bed where they were squirming. For the moment, they seemed to have forgotten he existed, and he couldn’t blame them. His mother was having her first lesbian experience, and Travis was anxious to see what would happen next, but not from a distance. Not wanting to miss a single movement, he sat down on the far edge of the bed, holding his cock and staring avidly at them. Jean manipulated his mom’s breasts, thumbing the nipples while she kissed the older woman, mashing down on the springy mounds and letting them spring up rounded again. Her sleek little belly moved back and forth, seeking contact with their crotches, but until Jean stopped kissing her mouth and slid down, their cunts couldn’t meet. When she reached the base of the white throat, her mouth hesitated, and Jean licked the hollow there, then dipped over to the left to fasten hotly upon the upright nipple. Travis sighed as the girl sucked upon that fabulous tit, because he knew the texture and flavor of it himself. She caressed the belly, the hips, and Escort Kızılay his mother’s fingers dug into Jean’s ass. They were moving together then, pussy to pussy, Jean in between his mom’s out flung legs, between the full, rich thighs. They humped and ground their cunts, making fucking motions as if one of them was a man, and he could see Jean’s dark red pussy massaging his mother’s midnight black cunt. Moaning, his mother gasped out: “Oh! Oh darling girl, it’s wonderful to feel you like this, your sweet little box against mine. Oh! Yes, dear,   your clit against mine, humping, humping, oh!” And Jean answered hotly, “Yes, Arlene, yes, Mrs. Johansen; what a deep, wet cunt you have, all velvet and juicy. So lovely, so hot and beautiful. Fuck me, Arlene, fuck me!” The girl’s ass blurred as she stroked furiously into the woman’s cunt, heaving and twisting, rubbing her inflamed clitoris into his mother’s steaming box. Travis clamped down hard on his cock as he saw his mom lift her symmetrical legs and coil them around the small, perfect body. They really fucked then, moaning and gasping, rotating their asses and ramming their cunts together faster and faster. “C-cumming!” his mother cried out. “Oh you wonderful little thing, you’re making me cum!” “Me, too!” Jean sobbed, bumping her crotch violently into the black one, making wet sounds. “Your beautiful hairy pussy, oh, squeeze me in your thighs, Mrs. Johansen, grind that terrific cunt into mine, OOOHH!” Travis sat entranced, his prick leaping in his hand, his balls packing themselves with fluid that was demanding to be released. They were so damned beautiful together, lying wrapped in naked flesh, and they had just reached a mutual orgasm, sharing the lascivious delights that one woman could give to another. And Jean was only beginning. A real AC-DC chick, he thought, as she began to slide down his mother’s supine, panting body, kissing the rib cage, licking her tongue over the smoothly mounded belly to ram it hotly into the navel. His mom shuddered all over, and pawed ineffectual hands at the twisted sheet, her mouth hanging open and her eyelashes fluttering. “Your skin tastes like honey,” Jean purred, “and I’ll bet your pussy is even richer. Love the feel of your cunt hair against my cheek, Arlene,   it’s all crinkly and kind of stiff, and I can smell the perfume of it, warm and pungent” The girl was rubbing her face into his mother’s snatch, first one cheek, then the other, nosing into the thick curls of the ebony pubic hair. She even used her chin to burrow into the springy bush, and nipped the insides of the trembling white thighs with quick, hungry teeth. Travis clamped down on the head of his prick, held it lightly as he watched. He climbed on the bed with his knees, and scrambled over so he could see the most intimate details. There was Jean’s tongue lapping like a puppy dog into his mom’s quivering labia; he could see that the cunt lips were swollen now and turning redder. Jean was playing with the cheeks of the other woman’s ass and dipping her fingers into the crack while she ate pussy.

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It was just a silly love story that I published on a smutty amateur erotica website, and it all went horribly wrong. It was based largely on the real-life redemption of my marriage, after infidelity almost ended it. But I used too much of my real life. Too many damning details made it traceable back to me, and now there is Hell to pay. My name is Marie, and if you haven’t read the twelve parts of the Last Wives Club story, that’s okay. I will briefly re-introduce the main characters and attempt to supply whatever background is required to provide consistency. For the sake of those who read the story of how I salvaged my marriage by embarking on a life that my French Catholic upbringing would call debauchery, I will retake the name of the heroine, Catherine Geroux, but that isn’t her only name. Her alias for sisterhood business is Mrs. Cate Blanc. The sisterhood is a secret society of women dedicated to keeping foolish men (and women) from causing TEOTWAWKI, The End Of The World As We Know It, basically, the collapse of civilization. It operates by creating reasons to remain in stable family relationships and wielding the influence that it gains through its members and their husbands to produce socio-economic stability. That probably sounds all high and mighty, but we do it for selfish reasons. We can’t trust men to protect us and our children. The sisterhood is so secret, that each of us only knows a few sister members by real name or sight. Much of our business is conducted online by aliases. I was recruited by Kyra Cardinal. That’s the alias of my old college roommate. During my recruitment, she became my first female lover. Kyra and I are both now age 41. The recruitment bound my husband and me into a new marital arrangement that we call a re-nuptual agreement. The sisterhood operates by opening our marriages and thus obligating our husbands to economic cooperation with the sisterhood. In other words, spouses liberate each other sexually in return for ongoing commitment to the care and raising of our children and to the shared prosperity of each other and the sisterhood. We mutually allow and, if we wish, participate in extra-marital sex within the sisterhood’s community of re-nupped couples. We also invest our savings and influence our employers in ways that are beneficial to our families and to the sisterhood. Kyra introduced me into a system that the sisterhood uses to make our open marriages safer. We keep our husbands and ourselves sexually satisfied by trading, buying, or selling ‘favors’ among sisters. Those who choose to, become ‘gifts’ for an evening to husbands of sisters who want to make sure that their husband’s extramarital affairs are kept within the security of the sisterhood. I have served as gift and I have sent gifts to my husband. The money exchanged is usually ‘no questions asked’ money. Each sister has a personal online account where she manages the money she earns in the NQA balance. It’s real money. She can access it using a special credit card. Her sponsor will see the expense and if she determines that it is worthy, cover it from the sisterhood treasury. If it’s just ordinary favor trading, or some purchase unrelated to sisterhood business, it comes out of the NQA balance. I recruited Claire Emerald, who became my second female lover. Claire is much more sexually experienced than me, probably even more than Kyra, and that’s saying something. She is now aged 32, and has subsequently had esat escort to flee from her husband, because he could not tolerate the terms of their re-nuptual agreement. I have been a member of the sisterhood for just over two years and have earned a position on the local Red Council. A Red Council is a regional group lead by someone who has attained at least a red card. Our leader is Liz, Kyra’s sister-in-law. I do not know if she has a red card or something higher. Our cards are ordinary credit cards, but they are blank. When read by a card reader, clerks seem prone to giving us the VIP treatment. I don’t know why. When I asked why, Kyra, our region’s financial wizard, said only, “Need to know.” Kyra has a red card. I have a white card, one level down from red. Before the dissolution of her marriage, Claire had a blue card, one level below white. Below the blue card is the tan card, the lowest level and the max likely level of many of the sisterhood’s members. As a result of Claire’s divorce-with-cause, she was allowed to remain in the sisterhood, in a covert capacity, and with a black card to replace her blue card. As I am her primary sponsor, I had the need to know and that is how I learned of the black card sisters. Her secondary sponsor, my sponsor Kyra, previously had the need to know about Claire in order to back me. But now that Claire has a black card sponsor overseeing her covert work, she was removed from Kyra’s purview without explanation. I was under orders not to tell Kyra what happened to Claire, which bothered me, but Kyra had no need to know about the existence of the black card sisters. Unbeknownst to me, she was the only one on the Red Council who was unaware of them. She was also the one who could best piece together my identity from reading my Last Wives Club story. It had all the relevant details, including the one-night stands we each had with the other’s husband, at each other’s request. I begin this story with imagined conversations about me and the Last Wives Club story that I submitted to the erotic stories website. I have to imagine the conversations, because I was not present. The first begins with the ring of one the sisterhood’s secret cell phones.  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hello, Mrs. Cardinal.” “I’m sending you an email. Check out the link in it. Read all twelve of them. I’m sure you’ll want to have a conference call tonight. I think it will be obvious that it should be the whole group, except Marie. It should also be obvious who else you should invite. If what I read is true, you’ve got some explaining to do.” “Well hello, Kyra. Nice to hear from you. What the fuck are you talking about? All twelve of what? And why are you taking that tone with me? Have you forgotten that I’m in charge of this council? Just because you married my asshole brother, that doesn’t give you…” “Dammit, Liz. They’re stories, chapters, episodes, I don’t know what to call them. They’re about us. Just read them. I’ll be ready for our usual time. It’s beyond our wildest dreams, or maybe that should be nightmares. I’m not sure which.” “You know you can send a URL in a text message.” “Email is encrypted. Read now. Talk later.” This next imaginary conversation is a tele-conference. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Are we all here? Except Marie Blanc of course, or should I say Cate?” “Kyra Cardinal, in.” “Barbie Malibu, in.” “Bethany Riviera is on with the one you asked for. I etimesgut escort bayan confirmed what you suspected, Liz.” “Margo Wren, here, and I’m just bursting with curiosity.” “Ladies, please welcome Claire Emerald. The newest member of the Red Council.” “What the fuck, Liz?” “Need to know, Kyra. We’ll talk later. So, I assume you all read the stories. Let me preface this by saying that our systems are tight and we see no real risk to us from this unsettling exposure. It may even help us increase recruitment. Thoughts? Margo?” “Welcome, Claire. Liz, this is amazing. Thousands of people have viewed her stories. Can you believe all the horndogs on that site?” “Welcome, Claire. Maybe it was just a few people opening the page thousands of times, Margo.” “Thanks for the welcomes. I don’t think so, Barb. If so, they would have friction burns on their uglies. I agree with Margo.” “Maybe they’re mostly men.” “Probably, Beth. She didn’t have many women among her friends, but she got a few positive comments from women and at least one woman is following her.” “What’s that mean, Liz? Is that like following on Twitter?” “Well I assume it means they get email notice when she writes a new story. Can you check on that, Claire?” “I can already confirm it. Following an author means you get an email when a new story goes up. But even if they’re mostly men, she’s getting to some women.” “And that’s what we’ve been hoping for. We need a safe way to make it easier for good potential recruits to find us. There are risks with that. We’ll have to screen harder for infiltrators.” “How did we find this?” “Welcome, Claire. Please don’t think that I oppose your addition to the council. My… Liz just surprises me sometimes. Anyway, one of our accountants from overseas saw it. She’s in Oz. She said it steamed up her screen. These stories are read by English speakers all over the world. She got suspicious and sent it to me because the chapters are set here in the Midwest. She thought all the Red Councils should know about it, starting with ours.” “Thanks, Kyra. I’m intrigued about what it could do for us. I’ve been thinking we could find some way to use a website for recruitment, Liz. If we could develop a way for them to apply online, this might be a way to get that URL out there.” “Maybe, Barb. I’ve forwarded the link so the other Red Councils will see it, and I’ve requested their thoughts on it. In the meantime, I think we should find a way to punish her for this.” “Punish her? I wouldn’t have recommended that she submit these stories to the site if I thought you would punish her.” “Relax Claire. We’re not as serious as those East Coast bitches. She said she needs new material. Let’s give her some.” “Good idea, Kyra. How kinky is she?” “What do you mean, Liz?” “Well, I was thinking of my old sorority initiation rites. We had the pledges do some raunchy sexual stuff.” “I see. I have to tell you. She has surprised me every step of the way. And she obviously has a good imagination. I knew she could write, but not like this. I don’t mind saying that I had some chafing after I read those stories. I’m just sorry that I had to read them all at once. I would have enjoyed them more if I read one a day. I think she’ll play well with us, if you’re thinking some kind of trial or ordeal. And she did mention a coven of witches in one of her stories, maybe a ritual setting like the induction ceremonies. And she Escort etlik thought I might be serious about training videos.” “But we’re not all… oriented that way, are we?” “Does it matter how we are oriented, Barb? She’s the one getting the punishment. I’m not… I like men, but I could have fun if she’s having fun, too.” “What does that mean, Beth?” “Um, I do have this thing for spanking bare bottoms. It doesn’t have to be a man’s. And I wouldn’t mind witnessing whatever else you do to her, as long as I don’t have to, um… lick her.” “Me, neither. But I can witness. It’s not like we haven’t all seen her come before. We’ve seen the video feeds from Gabe’s.” “I’m with Margo and Bethany. No licking for me.” “Okay, Barb. That’s three lickers, one spanker and two voyeurs.” “I can do more than watch. I can spank too. Just not… But you, Liz? I… didn’t know.” “It was a lesbian sorority, Margo. Lambda Rho.” “AKA, Delta Eta Delta.” “Snicker all you want, Kyra. If half of what she wrote about you is true, you’re one to talk.” “Easy, Liz. It’s just what the boys called that house. I think they were just jealous. I didn’t know you were a member. And what Marie wrote about me was all too accurate. But I don’t really mind. At least she didn’t use our real names or mention that my boobs are saggy. She even lied in her profile. She’s my age.” “And she didn’t use our real locations. She did a pretty good job of concealment.” “And she made me seem prettier than I am. And she didn’t mention that I have feet as long as water skis.” “Do you really have those tattoos, Claire?” “Um, I have tattoos in those places, but they’re not what she said they are.” “Ladies, we’re getting off track here. Kyra, can you set something up?” “Sure. There’s a big room in my basement that would make a good dungeon. The billiards table would make a good altar. Or maybe I can find something more special.” “I know what you need, there’s a special table…” “It sounds like you have the right experience for this, Claire. Can you help Kyra?” “Absolutely. Don’t worry, Ma’am. We’ll cook something up.” Those conversations are the way I imagine the events I’m about to reveal were initiated. What comes next is how I get the painful experiences that will lead to more stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hello, Mrs. Cardinal.” I’m not expecting this call from her, so I’m surprised that her name appeared on my cell phone, but it isn’t too extraordinary. We haven’t spoken directly in weeks. Mostly we text. “Hello, Mrs. Blanc. How’s your weekend looking?” “The whole weekend?” “Most of it. We can have you back on Sunday by five PM.” “Can’t do it. The twins have a soccer game at ten AM on Saturday. It will be over at noon.” “Can you get to the airport by two? It’s important.” “That’s doable. Where am I going.” “Chicago.” “What do I need to bring?” “Your mask and trenchcoat.” “Oh? Uh, okay.” “I’ll see you when you get here.” “Bye, Ky.” This is very strange. She sounded nervous and she hung up so quickly that she probably didn’t hear me say goodbye. There was no idle chat from my best friend. No nothing. Just the facts, Ma’am. Just the facts. History tells me that she’s upset about something. Of course I wonder what it could mean. Of course I also wonder where it will lead. I’ve been with the sisterhood for almost two years. My family is doing incredibly well as a result. Our fourteen year old daughter Maddie is off at boarding school, a luxury we could never have considered without my new connections. She seems happy there. Thank God that Harry Potter made boarding schools cool. My twin boys are hoping we’ll send them to one and we’re trying to find one. Dan and I are looking forward to having our evenings alone once they’re gone. Don’t get me wrong.

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“Would you mind if I asked you something?”“Of course not,” said Tim. He was driving Isabel to the airport at the end of a memorable weekend. Isabel was a twenty-year-old from Edinburgh whom Tim’s partner, Christina, had met during an office seminar. The two women had ended up in bed together, a first for them both, although Chris had concealed the fact from her new friend. The age difference was only three years, but sexually Chris was infinitely more experienced and adventurous. Before they parted, she had told Isabel about Tim and invited her to visit them. Such had been the success of the visit that Isabel wasn’t looking forward to returning to her straight-laced parents.“I’ve done a lot of thinking in the past two days,” Isabel said. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am for the way you and Chris have introduced me to things I’d only read about. And I suspect you would be happy for it to happen again.”“We would.”“Well. so would I. But I’m not sure I can keep finding excuses for my mother and father, and even if I could, I don’t think I want this on a now-and-then basis.”“What do you have in mind?”“There’s a lot of movement in the firm, people transferring from one branch to another. If I look out for an opening in the office here and apply for a transfer, how do you think Chris would feel about it?”“Pleased, I guess.” Tim’s mind went back to the previous evening and the lesson Chris had given Isabel in fellatio. Remembering the way their guest had wrapped her lips around his cock, Tim thought he, too, would welcome more frequent opportunities for a repeat performance.“You know, after Chris took me shopping, I was so thrilled by the new undies. The knickers did something for you, didn’t they.”“Of course.”“Well, when I had to leave them behind in a drawer in your guest room – my mother would have had a fit if she’d seen them – that made my mind up. But would I be imposing on you two? I wouldn’t know anyone else down here.”Tim took a hand from the wheel and squeezed her knee, sharing her regret that she felt the need to return home wearing the trouser suit in which she had arrived. How much he would have preferred to have her beside him in a skirt and stockings that did justice to her legs and perhaps gave him an occasional glimpse of white thighs and more. Inexperienced she may have been, but over the weekend she had opened those thighs with increasing desire. He said, “I think you would soon have plenty of admirers, but, of course, we’d look after you until you felt secure. What about your parents, though?”“They won’t esat escort bayan like it. I probably won’t tell them until I’m sure I’ve got the move, and then we’ll all just have to live with it.”For a while they drove in silence until, stopped at a traffic light, she laid a hand in his lap. The gesture was tentative but the way she inched her fingers towards his groin was a clear indication that events of the past two days had removed some of the inhibitions she had brought with her.“There’s something else,” she said.“Tell me.”“It’s about … ” she hesitated. “Well, you know when I was kneeling … ““When I was going into you from behind?”“Yes, then.”“Wasn’t it good for you?”“Oh, it was good. More than good. But I felt it was something very special for you. It was as though your … as though you got bigger in my … you know, inside me.” She broke off. “I’m sorry, you’d like me to use the words we used last night, but – ““Not necessarily. You’ve seen enough of Chris and me together to understand how plain talk plays a part in our sessions. It always excites us, and we were both thrilled when you began to join in last night. But now, in the car … well, perhaps it’s just as well if we don’t start something we can’t finish.”“Yes, I expect you’re right. It’s just that there’s so much new that I’m coming to terms with.”“Believe me, you’re doing all right.”“But am I right? It wasn’t only how hard you were when you had me that way. It seemed to give you such a charge – you were pushing into me so fast, and harder and harder, until you came. I admit it was great for me, especially because Chris would always finish me off if I still needed it afterwards. But what is it that’s different about that position for you?”For a short while Tim said nothing, formulating a lie that wouldn’t hurt Isabel. He said, “I suspect most men are turned on by rear entry. It’s partly visual, being able to see your wetness on me when I withdraw, and then how easy it is to go back deep inside. After that, maybe it’s no more than a small change of position, yours or mine, perhaps a little twitch of your muscles, and that does the trick.”Isabel’s hand had encountered the bulge of Tim’s erection. “I hope this isn’t starting something we can’t finish.”“For now, I’m afraid it is. Though there’s nothing I would enjoy more.”“Me too, But I understand.” She withdrew her hand. “And thank you for wanting me so badly.”After they parted, Tim drove home in thoughtful mood, pleased he had managed to divert Isabel’s questions about Escort etimesgut their doggy-style fucking, but uncomfortably aware that the underlying problem would have to be resolved soon. Sex with Isabel and Chris had been as enjoyable as any he could remember, Chris’s skilful manipulation having contrived for much of the time to keep at least two of them in a high state of arousal. Often it had been relaxed, sensual interplay of fingers, tongues and genitals, the giving and taking of slow pleasure, but there had been times when they had each, Isabel not least, been consumed by overpowering, uncontrollable surrender to orgasm. What Tim had been unable to tell Isabel was the image that so easily triggered his frenzied thrusting into her receptive orifice.That same weekend when Chris had met Isabel for the first time, Tim had surprised Cheryl, his mother, a divorcee, in bed with another woman. Thanks to Cheryl’s composed reaction, the encounter hadn’t led to embarrassed excuses all round; instead, it had culminated with Moira, the other woman, licking Cheryl’s clitoris while kneeling to accept Tim’s rampant cock. Cheryl then revealed that there was a third party involved: Moira’s husband, Victor. Why didn’t Tim and Chris join them some time?Since then, only a Caribbean cruise for the other three, had kept Chris and Tim from accepting the invitation. But it was while fucking Isabel from behind when she was using her tongue on Chris that Tim had suddenly had a vision of the earlier encounter. Although his cock was pistoning the Scots girl, his mind was picturing Moira and his mother. Until finally he could not be sure which of the two women in his imagination was drawing him in. More crucially, he became daily more certain which of the two was the magnet attracting him inexorably towards another opportunity.Entering the apartment, Tim found Chris seated in an armchair, legs crossed, telephone receiver to her ear. She put a finger to her lips. Several minutes passed before she said, “I’ll talk to Tim and we’ll get back to you later.”“Who was that?” he asked/“Cheryl. They’re back from the cruise, which seems to have been a wow. There was the usual predatory steward on the prowl for single women, so you can imagine his surprise when he picked up Cheryl and found himself the fourth member of the party. Not that anybody complained – according to Cheryl the steward was exceptionally well endowed. Apparently pretty well everyone had everyone and now they’re back in town eager for more. Which etlik escort means us. Next Friday night.”“Oh.”“Darling, I know what you’re thinking, but you can’t keep ducking a decision. Last time we talked about it you said we would go and see what happened. Does that stand?”“I can’t see any alternative. And I don’t know if I want one, anyway.”“I’ll ring Cheryl and tell her. Then bed. Clean sheets – last night’s will have to go to the laundrette to get the stains out. Happy memories?”“Yes. Very.”“I sensed Isabel had it inside her, but I was surprised how much emerged. By the end I think she did almost as much for me as she did for you. And I have to say I enjoyed watching the two of you together. Let’s hope she means it when she says she wants to come back.”“She does,” said Tim, and recounted the substance of the conversation in the car. “What do you think?”“I think we should wait and see if she can pull it off. Those parents of hers sound pretty fearsome to me. It would certainly do her good to get away, and if that means coming here – well, I don’t have a problem with that. Rather the reverse. If this weekend is anything to go by, the three of us could have a lot of fun together. And who knows what might develop. Introduce her to Cheryl and her friends, maybe.”“Now you’re looking too far ahead. We don’t know yet what’s going to happen on Friday.”Chris said, “Let’s go to bed and have a rehearsal.”*******************************They called to collect Cheryl before driving to meet Moira and Victor, who had agreed to act as hosts; desirable, said Cheryl, because they had a suitable playroom to accommodate all five of them. The couple, childless, were well off and able to indulge – among other things – their erotic ambitions. They had dabbled tentatively in the swinging scene, with mixed success, but always constrained by the need for strict security. Both had public positions with plenty to lose. Vic, she told them, had been head-hunted a few months back for the European Financial Director’s job with a huge global concern. The final interview, just before they left for their cruise, had been gruelling, but he had returned to the news that the job was his. “So tonight we’ll be celebrating that. And having a good time in other ways.”“In every way?” Tim asked.His mother understood the implication of the question. “I hope so, but why don’t we just wait and see? There’ll be a lot that’s new for all of us. You and I, for example,” she said, smiling at Chris. “We’ve known each other for almost a year but I hope we’ll know each other a lot better before the night is over. Do you mind if I ask if you’ve been with another woman before?”“Not since last weekend,” laughed Chris. It was time for a brief account of their Scottish liaison.“Now that does sound interesting,” Cheryl remarked when she had heard the basic details.

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Last time I didn’t get to introduce you to all the contestants. There are eleven contestants not counting me. There are only two males this year. All the contestants are between the ages of eighteen and twenty six except one person who is thirty five. Percy is the name of one of the boys. He has black hair. His eyes are green like seaweed. He has an athletic body. He has the body of a runner. He seems to be pretty shy. He hasn’t really talked much since we got to the island. Jason has blonde hair and blue eyes. He is built like a football player. He’s the complete opposite of Percy. Since we got to the island he has flirted with every girl on the island. He also has a scar on his bottom lip. Naomi has beautiful dark skin. She talks with a heavy accent. She has beautiful full lips. Her boobs are amazing and don’t get me started on that ass. She looks like a true African goddess. Hazel has beautiful hazel eyes. She has one of the cutest bubble butts I have ever seen. Her tits are beautiful and perky. She also has beautiful full lips. She has flawless caramel skin. Katie is a blonde with huge tits. They’re clearly fake. She has blue eyes. She is one of the two on the block. Percy chose her to eat at his buffet with him. I can only think of two reasons he picked her. Oh, and she’s completely full of herself. Liz is a sexy blonde. She’s pretty shy. She has a cute little butt. She has handful size breasts. Her eyes are a beautiful blue color. She’s also on the block. Kim has long beautiful black hair. Her eyes are black. She has the softest skin Escort elvankent I have ever seen. She’s very pale. She pretty thin. She is just a gorgeous Asian female. Susan is a genuine milf. She is thirty five years old. She’s the oldest contestant to ever be on the show. She has long dark hair. Her tits and ass are amazing. Her eyes are a mixture of black and brown. Jade is darker than Hazel but not as dark as Naomi. Once again she have flawless skin. She has full lips. She has more of a skinny build. Amanda has dark hair. Her body is pretty average. I don’t know what it is about her but she just seems so evil. Jackie is a blonde. She has a smaller build. Her tits and ass are not as big as some of the other girls, but she is absolutely stunning. Now, that’s all the contestants for this season. I’m pretty sure you don’t need a description of me. Well I hope you remember how I look from the last story. Okay, let’s just move on. I was sitting in the sand, thinking about how I’m going to play the game. There have been nine seasons of the show not counting this season. That meant there have been around one hundred contestants on this show. Every single one of them played a certain type of game. Now it’s my turn to find out what type of game I’m going to play. Katie the slut with fake tits already knows what type of game she’s going to play. It was clear that she was planning on fucking her way to victory. 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As she sucked his cock, I started to play with my wet pussy. She started to suck his cock faster and take it deeper in her throat. She was taking about seven inches of his cock down her throat. He came in her mouth. Cum was dripping about of her mouth. She swallowed most of it and licked the rest off of her face. Jason grabbed her waist and bent her over. He slowly slid his cock into her pussy. She let out a loud moan. I started to finger fuck my pussy faster. He started to fuck her faster. As he fucked her, he pulled her hair back and whispered something in her ear. Whatever he eryaman escort bayan said made her smile. I was playing with my clit and coming close to an orgasm. I heard Katie let out a loud moan. When I looked up, it looked like she came. Jason was thrusting himself in her faster. He finally came inside her pussy. Cum was dripping out of her pussy. Jason walked away towards where everybody else was. Katie walked into the lake to clean herself off. “Well that was hot,” said a voice coming from behind. I turned around and saw hazel sitting behind me licking her fingers.  “How long you been here?” I asked. “If that’s your way of asking if I saw you masturbating, yes I saw it all.” I stood there slightly embarrassed. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed that I saw you having a little fun, I mean billions of people saw,” she said as she pointed towards a camera that was recording us. “Yeah I guess you’re right.” “Good now let’s get down to business,” she said as she grabbed my hand and dragged me along with her. “What business?” “This is a game where you can’t win without being in a alliance.” “Yeah, I know. Where exactly are you going with this?” “Where I’m going with this is me and you in the final two.” “Oh really,” I said smiling. “Think about it, me and you. Two powerful women in an alliance with each other. We would be able to accomplish anything,” she said with a smile on her face. Her offer was tempting. An alliance to the final two could be a really good deal for me. “What you say? Are you in?” “I’m in,” I said as she walked me to a more secluded area. “Now for a first big move, what’s your opinion on Katie?” “I don’t like her, she seems full of herself.” “What about Liz?” “Well she has a cute butt, but other then that I don’t really know.” “Yeah, she don’t really talk much, but I have talk to her she’s a really nice and kind girl.

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While Doc finished her notes on the two ‘interviewees’ as she called them, I prepared the cantaloupe for her first lesson, one of the fundamentals of pleasing a woman…eating pussy. She walked into the kitchen as I halved the ripe melon. I set the side with the gooey seeds aside and separated the meat of the fruit from the rind and diced the sweet fragrant fruit into bite-sized pieces. I filled a bowl, lightly salted the cantaloupe and started eating the delectable fruit. “Going to share, Bree?” asked Doc. “Nope. That’s your half over there and also your first lesson, well more of an observation exercise. Pick it up, use your tongue, push the seeds and gunk out of the melon with your tongue as if you were eating a nice, juicy and fragrant pussy.” She looked shocked, whether at my language or her elvankent escort bayan task I didn’t know or care. “Go on. Let’s see you technique,” I continued popping juicy morsels of cantaloupe into my mouth. Doc picked her half of the fruit up and then shoved the seeds off onto the table top in one fast pass of her tongue. “Stop…that’s a pussy not something you…” I watched her face cave and felt a moment of pity. If that’s how she went about eating pussy…I couldn’t blame Sapphire much for her opinion on Doc’s technique. I halved another cantaloupe and said, “Watch and learn. You don’t shove the seeds off. They’re those glistening folds you know so well. You…you ease them off with your tongue. It’s not a race, it’s a delicious moment for both of you.” Escort emek She leaned over close to me and watched as I let my tongue tease the stem of the melon and then as I used the flat of my tongue to repeatedly remove one layer of seeds after another. When I pushed the last few seeds off with the tip of my tongue she let out the long breath she was holding and whispered, “Oh my God, that was so erotic and…and I want to try it again. Cut another melon!” She pushed the flat of her tongue against the gooey seeds and closed her eyes, imagining what, I didn’t want to know. Seeds squished to the sides and some got pushed out of the cavity and off the end, but over all…it was another disaster. Exasperated and impatient, I grabbed the bottom of her chin and leaned in eryaman escort and let my tongue clean off her cheek as if it were a vulva glistening with fluids instead of cantaloupe juices and seeds. Her eyes seemed to glaze over and then she kissed me, her mouth open, covering my surprised lips like a face-sucking alien, shoving her tongue into my mouth and moaning. I shoved her back and glared, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Sapphire had scored another point in her description of the Doc’s technique – she did kiss like a fish. “Ugh! What the fuck? You don’t take liberties with the instructor, got it? I was trying to show you how your tongue should feel to your lover’s pussy – not offer myself up for mauling.” “Bree…I…” and she got up and rushed upstairs to her bedroom. I could hear her crying as she ran up the stairs and I was torn between running after her and consoling her and letting her cry herself into realizing I was there as her ‘instructor’ not a ‘Sapphire Surrogate’. In the end, my soft side won out and I walked up the stairs and knocked lightly on her door. “Doc? C’mon.

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After the bright, brisk Hello with which she answered the phone, Fenella’s next words, Oh Jo, how lovely, came at a lower, more intimate pitch, with a throaty, feline vibrancy that sent pleasurable shivers over my skin. “Are you back home now?” “Yes, I’ve been home for a while.” I took a breath to steady myself, then went on: “I’ve been reading. About you. And about Pilar…” “Oh…?” Her voice softened still more to a silkily caressing purr. “And…?” “I got to the bit where you and she first danced together.” “Only that far?” “Fen, I had to stop there. It was… oh god, it was so…” “…arousing…?” “Yes. Imagining you and her… holding each other close. Your breasts pressing against her, hers against you… That got me excited…” “Just from reading that?” “Yes, just from that. It reminded me of what it felt like having you in my arms…back then…” “Ah, yes… I know… I’ve been remembering that too…” “Yes, darling. You wrote about it.” “…remembering you kissing me, your hands caressing me, your fingertips trailing up my thighs…” “Oh god yes. Remembering the feel of you… I just had to stop reading. I got wet thinking about it” I switched my phone into speaker mode, freeing both my hands, then I leaned forward, extending my arms between my thighs until my fingertips reached the hollows behind my knees – I’m very sensitive there – then leaned back, drawing my fingertips up my inner thighs and pulling up the hem of my négligée. My forefingers came to rest full length against my outer labia, and I began to squeeze gently and rhythmically from either side, teasing my clit with the indirect pressure elvankent escort and release. “I know what you mean,” Fen murmured. . “The memory does that to me too. Ahhh…” I heard a brief, faint but unmistakable moan. “Are you feeling wet now?” “What do you think? Imagining you…getting wet imagining me… Ohhh…Oh yes…” I could hear her breathing heavily in the pause before she went on: “So, when you had to stop reading because you felt so wet – mmm, I’m loving hearing you talk about this – did you have to do something about that excitement?” There was no mistaking the erotic breathiness in her voice now. The purr had become a soft, sensual, growl. “Yes, I did.” “What did you do, darling?” “Surely you can guess.” “Ohhh, yesssss…” Her voice was little more than a whisper now, but so full of seductive vibrancy it felt as if she had reached out to touch a deeply intimate part of myself. “Sure I can guess. But I want you to tell me what you did…what you felt… Go on darling, tell me!” I started telling her, in full graphic detail. From the sound of her breathing and her increasingly frequent sighs and moans I could tell that my blow-by-blow, stroke-by-stroke account was turning her on big time. When I got to telling her how I had fucked myself anally she gave a loud, growling Mmmm… “You sound as if you’re really wet now,” I said. At that point she must have moved her phone close to her wetness, because the next thing I heard was the unmistakable sound of her fingers playing in it. I could also still hear her voice moaning in the background. emek escort bayan “Fen… oh shit that is so fucking hot!” I could feel my own juice welling up inside me already. I spread my legs wider and slid two fingers in and out of myself – in and out, in and out…positioning my phone so that she would be able to hear. “Ohhh! Ahhh! Oh Jo, don’t stop doing that, don’t for chrissake stop! I wanna hear you cum!” Her accent was becoming more strongly kiwi as she became more aroused. “I wanna hear you too, hun!” “Yeah, let’s go for it! Oh fuck, this is fantastic…” I’d had plenty of phone sex in my time, but nothing to match this in sheer intensity. Our cries became louder and more incoherent, cutting across each other in escalating counterpoint, each of us egging the other on, each pushing the other to new heights of pleasure. “Oh baby…aaahhh…fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…!” “Shit, I’m close already…” “Me too…” “Oh god, oh fuck, oh, oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, I’m…aaaahhhhhhh!!!” Fen’s long-drawn-out wailing scream finally pushed me over the edge in her tumultuous wake. For long moments neither of us spoke. I could hear her breathing heavily, with occasional groans and gasps which I guessed were caused by the same kind of post-orgasm contractions that were rippling through me. Presently I heard her give a deep, contented sigh and murmur: “Do you like being fucked in the arse, Jo?” “I love it.” “Me too. But I love giving it as well. I’ve got a great strapon. When you and I get together, I promise I’ll give you the anal fucking Escort eryaman of your life. It’ll be the absolute arse-fuck from heaven.” “Oh god, Fen, you’re getting me going again just thinking about that.” “Go with it, baby, I’m with you…” “Yeah, cum with me again…” And so we were off on another orgasmic spiral that left us breathless, unable to speak coherently for minutes on end. “You know what, darling?” Fen murmured at last. “Tell me.” “Next time, we should do this on Skype.” “Oh god yes,” I said eagerly. “But not right now. I’m absolutely exhausted. “ “Worn you out already, have I?” Fen chuckled earthily. “On top of that dear friend of yours? Hey, tell me about her.” And so I began to tell Fen about my beloved aunt Gemma and the part she had played in my life. When I described how she had seduced me when I was seventeen, she chuckled softly. “No wonder you knew how to turn me on back then!” Then she added, her voice suddenly full of sadness: “You were so lucky.” “I know that now,” I said. “I didn’t realize how lucky I was until I read about you and your parents. Do you hate them?” “There was a time when I kind of did. But no, not now. They didn’t mean to be cruel.” Then her voice brightened again. “Anyway, go on telling me about your lovely auntie.” She hooted with laughter when I told her about the horse-riding, the saddles and our Steeplechase game, and how we had ended up rolling about post-orgasmically in the grass the previous day. “Omigod, Jo, that is so fucking hilarious and so fucking sexy! I wish I could have seen you! Better still, joined you… Tell you what, though, I know someone Gemma might get on well with. Maybe even sexually too – who knows?” “Really?” “Yes. Her name’s Rosemary. Rosemary Williams.” “Your partner Claire was a Williams, wasn’t she?” I ventured tentatively, not sure if I would be entering painfully sensitive territory. “That’s right.

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As Penny had requested, Sam and Anna remained seated quietly together, side by side, holding each others hand. She wasn’t gone long and soon returned carrying a tray containing a large cafetière of freshly brewed coffee, three cups and a plate of biscuits. She placed them on the low table and very quickly each of them were holding a hot steaming mug. Sam leaned forwards and poured a generous amount of milk into hers and five cubes of sugar. She stirred her drink around and around absent-mindedly and then stopped suddenly, looking up as she became aware that both Penny and Anna were watching her intently. “Oh, erm, sorry…” she began meekly, “I ,erm, I don’t really like coffee…” “Penny immediately looked aghast. “Oh, crumbs, I’m sorry, Sam. Where on earth are my manners. I never thought about that as the two of us…” she indicated herself and Anna, “ We only drink coffee.” She put her cup on the table and went to stand but Sam stopped her, putting out her hand. “No, please Penny, It’s alright, I don’t mind it like this, honestly.” Penny sat back again. “Are you sure, I can make tea it’s not a problem.” Sam shook her head. “No, it’s fine, honestly.” They all three sat quietly sipping their drinks, in their own way wondering what to say next but each of them glad of a moment to calm down and get a little control back into their souls. It was Anna who broke the silence as she leaned forwards and placed her half empty mug on the table before her. She turned to the pretty young woman at her side. “Sam, you know I love you and that this was never just a whim, a desire.” It was a statement rather than a question but nevertheless Sam had an idea what was coming and nodded, her heart beating heavily once more. “But you also love your husband,” she said quietly, “I know.” “I said before, Sam, my heart is broken and I can’t fix it. What happened between us has totally destroyed my life. I have hurt you, I have hurt Philip, I have even hurt Penny, albeit to a lesser Escort Çukurambar extent, and whatever happens from now will not change anything but I have to make a decision and goodness knows whether it will be the right one but I have to do it, I have to choose.” “I know,” she whispered, “and I also know you will choose your husband. I am sorry I behaved the way I did and,” she looked at Penny, “that you had to come looking for me.” Penny just smiled at her, silently accepting her apology. “You are right though, Anna,” she continued, “You did hurt me but I accept that I am also to blame and I am truly sorry that my selfishness made this so difficult for you and I promise with all my heart that I will not cause you any more trouble but…” She fell silent and lowered her eyes. Anna began to worry at this ‘but’. “But?” she repeated Sam’s last word. Sam looked up again. “What we did, making love and being in love has been the most wonderful and the hardest thing in my whole life.” She looked at Penny then. “I know I can’t ever see Anna again, Penny but would it be possible, that is, would you mind…” Again, she fell silent, not daring to ask. Penny looked at her, uncertain. “Well, I just wondered… would you let me know, from time to time, how she is. Anna is so precious to me and to just suddenly lose her…” Penny softened and smiled. “All right,” she said, “For a while at least.” “Thank you,” Sam smiled sadly, “I will leave my email.” They sat silently once again, the atmosphere around them heavy and unhappy. Finally, Sam got to her feet. “I must go,” she said. |Anna pushed herself up. “You do understand don’t you, Sam?” “That you cannot leave the man who until now has been your whole life?” she asked, “Yes, I understand.” She stepped towards me and then stopped and just looked at me, uncertain and unhappy, tears welling again in her eyes. I leaned forwards the last few inches and kissed her gently. demetevler escort “I’m sorry, Sam. Truly I am.” “I know. 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She looked at her watch, “I think that I had better get you home,” she said. “We have been here for over two hours and Philip must be wondering what is happening by now.” “What am I going to do, Penny?” I looked up at her. “I have ruined everything.” “Hey now, Anna. You mustn’t think that way. You still have Philip and Sam is young. She will hurt for a while but she will be all right I’m sure.” “My life was perfect before,” I continued, talking more to myself than to her. “I had everything. I loving and faithful husband, s good job and I had to destroy it all and for what? A few hours with a pretty young girl.” “I don’t think it was quite like that Anna.” Penny sat beside me, “You were missing something. Something that Philip couldn’t give you.” I stared at her, thinking hard. “So why was I not attracted to you then? If I needed to sleep with a woman, why not you? You are almost as close to me as Philip is, you are like a sister to me.” “Ah well, there you have it,” she smiled, “I am like a sister to you, dikmen escort bayan as you are to me. Would you have been attracted to Philip if he was your brother?” “I see what you are saying,” I squeezed her hand and smiled, “You are right, of course.” “Come on,” she whispered, “Let’s get you home.” I went to the bathroom and tidied myself up. The make-up was easy to fix but the watery, bloodshot eyes were not so. Nevertheless, some thirty minutes later we arrived at my front door. I called out as I opened it, letting Philip know that I was home but I was greeted by silence. I called out again. Still nothing. I looked at Penny who returned my stare. “Maybe he has gone for a walk,” she offered, “To clear his head. He can’t be far, he hasn’t taken his car.” We went into the kitchen and I put my handbag on the table, reached in and took out my phone to call him. It only took a moment to find his number from the history list and seconds later I got the dialling tone. Almost immediately I heard the familiar sound of his ring tone. His mobile was on the worktop along with his car keys! Once again, I looked at Penny, fear firmly gripping my heart. “Where the hell is he without his car or phone?” I asked shakily. “Hey, calm down,” she said. “As I said before, he’s probably gone to clear his head.” “No,” I replied slowly, “No, he never goes anywhere without his phone. Something is wrong!” “Maybe he is taking a nap,” Penny ventured trying her damnedest to calm me, “I will go and see.” Whilst she went to look I went to the cupboard and took out a glass and poured a generous amount of Cognac into it.. The heat as it hit my throat almost choked me but I swallowed and felt the warmth dissipate inside of me, creating a sort of calming sensation. I took another mouthful, wincing again and was taking a third when Penny re-appeared holding a bunch of keys. “Anna?” she said, puzzled, “What are you doing?” “Brandy,” I simply replied and took another mouthful, draining the glass. “But it is barely Two O’Clock…” “I needed something. I take it he is not upstairs,” I said, looking at the keys in her hand. “Erm, no. these were on the bedside table. Not yours I imagine?” “Obviously,” I answered tetchily, “I let us in with mine!” We stood for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

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As Florence opened the door, her other best friend: Connie, was greeted by the image of two beautiful girls, one of which exposing her bare breasts in plain sight, both had clearly been awaiting her arrival.  Connie adjusted her long brown hair, so it sat behind her ears, as she said:“So!  Who’s ready for some fun?”Florence and Ellie’s smiles spread into broad grins.“I say ‘ready’,” added Connie, a twinkle in her eyes, “but it looks as if you’ve already started.”Florence instinctively put her hands on her breasts. “Ah, yeah… we were just sunbathing. Come up to my room.”They ran up the stairs, Florence and Ellie leading the way. In her bedroom, Florence lifted a thin, white dressing gown Çukurambar escort from a hook on the door and slipped it on, tying it at the waist. With her breasts now concealed, she watched Connie undressing.Connie was also sixteen and had a glistening white smile, lightly-tanned skin with rosy cheeks. Her straight brown hair reached below her breasts. She had never had a partner, nor engaged in any sexual activity, but she was famous — and frequently teased by her friends — for having a foot fetish.Being the more conservative of the three, Connie turned her back while she removed her top, trousers, and underwear. Other than her butt, the other demetevler escort bayan two girls saw nothing of her body as she quickly put on a blue ‘cow’ onesie that she usually wore at sleepovers.“Hands or feet first?” asked Florence.Connie was confused. “Sorry?”“Hands or feet? I’ve got a manicure and pedicure set. It’s your choice.”Connie hesitated, then shrugged. “I don’t mind.”“Feet it is then,” said Ellie, smirking at Florence. They knew what would happen.Ellie and Florence were already barefoot but Connie still wore blue ankle socks. Bending, Ellie seductively peeled them off, exposing Connie’s feet with their extremely pink soles. Connie Escort dikmen felt embarrassed and shy — but also horny with anticipation.Florence reached under her bed and brought out her ‘deluxe dual foot massage and pedicure set’. She placed it beneath Connie’s feet and pressed a button, not really knowing what to expect. It had cost only ten pounds from a charity shop, and she’d bought it mainly for the satisfaction of feet-loving Connie.A motor, sounding like a drill, started up and, after two minutes of random swirling brushes and noisy vibrations, Florence turned it off. Connie lifted her feet away from the strange contraption — but Florence wasn’t done yet. She reached over a shoulder and took a small bottle from her bedside cabinet. She unscrewed the tight top, squeezed some of the lotion into her hands and rubbed them together with devilish intent as if she had some evil plot to perform. Then she smeared it onto Connie’s feet, paying particular attention to each toe.Connie closed her eyes.

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