For a moment our eyes locked, and she knew what she'd done. But she didn't say anything, and I hoped my smile stayed in place.I showed her over the fl...at, and she seemed to like it. When we got to the little second bedroom, I did say that I hoped the boys could come and stay some times.Her response worried me, "They're a bit... mixed up at the moment."We talked for some time about them, whilst we returned to the living room, and I poured us a couple of glasses of wine. We talked about how they. I got on the bed, straddled her chest and stuck my cock back in her mouth. I face fucked her for a few minutes, pounding her mercilessly. I held her head in my hands and pumped my cock down her throat, slamming against her face. I pulled my cock out and she said, “You’re not going to keep to using me like this are you? After me sucking you off already? What about me? I need to be fucked!” I could tell it by the way she said it that it was part of the game, she wanted to be used - she. Paul helped me in and together we sat down. "God this is really nice" I say to him as I waft my arms in the bubbles. "Paul I am still on edge" but he reassured me with a quick peck on the lips. "We seem to be in safe hands darling, don't worry" he adds. We were alone for a while, a good 10 minutes as we nosied around the garden with our glances. Birds on the telephone wires, someones BBQ five doors down wafting up. Then we could hear voices and see our hosts walks down in bath robes, clutching. His tongue slipped past her teeth and plunged gently in and out of her willing mouth. One minute teasing and gentle, the next rough and fierce.She thought that nothing could surpass this ... this liquid heat that was seeping through her, languidly, from head to feet. She had missed this; missed him with all her being. Only he could make her body purr like cook's fat tabby cat, Flourmill.Tearing his lips from hers, he seated himself on her stool and bunched her shift in one hand. Raising it to.