I suppose I’m the same way for different reasons, wanting to hold back things that seem too personal. But I have a wife, a mistress, and an occasion...al boytoy. I’ve had threesomes, foursomes, and orgies so that just that doesn’t really fuel my rich fantasy life. Sam and I need more, but what’s impossible for us can turn to tentacle monsters, fucked up gang bangs, and even more extreme imaginings. I’m sorry, a MMF threesome write-up rarely does it for me. It’s too commonplace. And before the. As I slowly kiss my way to the summit of your beautiful, inner, thighs I gently kiss around the source of the heat I’ve been feeling. Like a warm spring, I can see the flowing nectar. I ask you if I may have a taste to fuel my burning desire Without a word, your hand pulls me closer to your sweetness. I gently part your lips with my tongue and feel your hot nectar. The taste is like Heaven on Earth. I hear your soft moans as I enjoy drinking from your pool of pleasure. I feel your hips moving. As soon as we hit the back lanes, her arms slipped down from my waist and her hands were in my lap, resting on my, by now rock solid cock. I knew if she carried in like this we were going to wreck so I was racking my brains for somewhere to pull over.I suddenly remembered an old derelict mansion about half a mile up a dirt track just down the lane. I turned off the lane and we bumped our way to the mansion. The bumpy track made her hands judder in my lap and my cock was almost bursting out of. The water temperature was set fro freezing which was its warmest setting .The morning setting was minus two!With an almighty “whoosh” the freezing water cascaded from the showers drenching the girls in icy water.“Fucking hell” said Harriet . The other girls just looked pathetic as Cuntly made a note in his little magic book“Potter to be caned on the Morn” it read ….“28 strokes”For five full minutes the torrent went on freezing the tits of those girls who had tits and the arses of those that.