God, that cute Irish voice.Dave grabbed another bottle of white wine from the fridge and the two of us went to her.Sarah was sitting on the edge of th...e bed, a thick white towel wrapped round her body as she dried her wet hair with another. With no make-up on she looked younger, and I stared at her slim, girlish legs and perfect feet with their long, delicate toes.Dave poured us each some wine and stripped, revealing a thatch of black hair on his chest and, as he peeled off his jeans, a thick,. Here I was in abra and panties, and one of the hottest women I'd everbeen around was telling me that I was turning her on.Before I could respond, Jenny had straddled me and waskissing me passionately. Never one to look a gifthorse in the mouth, I returned her kiss with the mostpassion I could muster. We quickly made her clothinga thing of the past, and we were in the middle of amake out session.Jenny was kissing and massaging many areas of my body,and I returned her embraces, my tongue racing. It seemed a statement, not a reproach. He kept his silence, not even looking for an excuse. He'd given her the reason; if she didn't think it valid there was no use to repeat his sorry's."Hand me the keys of the house," she said, putting out her hand, palm up. The question surprised him, but when he thought about it, it made sense. Handing her the keys of the house would be another step in accepting her dominance over him. Did he want to take that step? Oh yes, he did. But the house wasn't his.. Then I piped in and said, “Is anyone going to ask me?”John looked at me and said, “So, are you going to let me fuck you?”“Please do,” I said as I stretched out on my back.“Not that way,” he said. “Turn over and get your ass up for me.”I thought, okay, doggie style. I like it like that. But I quickly discovered that was not what the newcomer had in mind when I felt him mount me from behind and rub the tip of his cock over my asshole. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him in my ass, especially when he.