“I guess asking you about your plans for Christmas is a bit redundant now,” said Beverly.“Actually, if we choose to go ahead with this, we would... like all of you to be there,” Tommy said. “As for Christmas, we don’t have any fixed plans.”Around eight that evening, excuses were made, and our visitors left; by nine everything was at least tidied into the kitchen. We had done the cleaning mostly in silence, each of us mulling over what had been said. When we were just about finished, Kazumi. As he climbs into the bed, I pull a flask from the pocket of my burqa and pour three fingers each into two of the cheap plastic hotel cups. It isn't the Taliskers. It isn't even a single malt. It isn't even scotch. Dan prefers cognac and this came from one of his bottles of XO. I give the drink to him and crawl in beside him. I sit in the crook of his arm as he lays against the headboard. "Are you happy, Cath... sorry, Cate?" "At the moment, very happy, Sir." "I mean in general." "I believe,. She came out wrapped in a towel and was startled when she saw me on the bed. I told her that I think she was lying about the kiss and that she wants me. A sly smile came across her face and she said I was right. She dropped the towel and walked over to me. My pussy started to drip the minute she dropped the towel. Her tits are a 40D and she has red pubic hair. She planted a wet kiss on my lips that seemed to last forever. As we kissed, I started to play with her pussy, which was already wet. I. It could have been either, as she hadn’t been able to see much more than shadowy movement. Still, the knowledge sent a thrill through her. Emmy needed to get off and soon. She slipped her hand back between her legs and began rubbing with purpose. She was aching; Emmy knew it wouldn’t take her long. She slid a finger down low, teasing at her little puckered asshole and moaning at the sensation before drawing her hand back to her sopping core. She was so wet, so hot, so fucking horny! God! She.