Got?” I repeated breathlessly. He chuckled. He actually slowed the pace, going all the way in and out. “Like it like that? He said. “Uh-huh”... “Was that a yes?” “Yes! Yes, I like it!” He pumped harder. “That better?” “Yes . . . it’s . . . better!” I groaned, nearly incoherent. My ass stopped resisting. It was soft and yielding as dough. He pulled all the way out slowly, allowing my hole to gape, then gently and more slowly slid back in. I heard a wet sucking sound as he pulled out. Every. She turned, smiling, knelt on the floor and spread her arse cheeks open. Her cunt was glistening in the pale lamplight, her juices almost dripping.I quickly threw my dressing gown to the sofa, slid a condom on, and kneeled behind her. I bent down to lick those warm, wet juices, then slid two fingers straight inside to the knuckle. She gasped and wriggled her big round arse as I pushed my fingers quickly in and out.She gasped and moaned, and I soon replaced my fingers with my raging cock. I. It was different than any other relationship I had. There was no jealousy—I had always been jealous—no questions of who we were, what we had done the day before. We didn't know each other names, where the other lived, anything. All the questions that people ask to know each other were uninteresting. We didn't ask them not because they were forbidden, but because we had no interest whatsoever. Our relationship did not belong to the world, it only existed in the words of computer screens and in. I think Romana was expecting to watch some kind of shower fuck. Sister dearest and Stanley messed around and teased but no shower bj. Stanley did probe Fran’s pussy and Fran responded by using his stiffness to caress her slit.We traded places. Fran dried Stanley first then he dried her. Romana and I massaged each other with wet soapy hands. I always like it when another lady does that for me. I enjoy it often enough from Fran but having another lady in the shower highlights how different people.