Eventually, tea was over and I was told to go to my room and unpack. The room that was to be mine for the next few days was, beyond doubt, the mos...t dreary I had ever seen, although in a strange way I felt happy in there; it matched my mood. After all, there is nothing worse than the juxtaposition of beauty and abomination. Outside, framed in a Gothic stained glass window, was a large oak tree which blocked out much of the sunlight, yet somehow razor shape shafts of brilliance beat their way. Cena had been moaning the whole time, whimpering, “Yes… yes… it feels so good… don’t stop… don’t stop…” When he was sure his cock had stopped flowing into her, Girard withdrew and sat back on his haunches. Cena rolled over on her back on the blankets, her face flushed. Girard lay down next to her, looking at her breasts heaving as she smiled at him. “That was wonderful; very exciting,” she said. “But I have a favor to ask,” she said. “Okay; what is it?” Girard answered. Cena kissed him on. ” “Nonsense, Kevin. If I didn’t have some emotional connection with them, all of them, then the fucking would be, I don’t know, empty. You know, the orgasms all have an emotional element to them. I really want them to make me come. It’s not just, I don’t know, porking? And when they come inside me, it’s like they’re filling me with their love.” “Okay. But if you tell them you love them then there’s going to be trouble. Somebody’s going to get possessive.” “No they’re not. I’m quite satisfied to. Her eyes skipped over the four men's faces, and she saw the same thoughts in their expressions. She sat back down on the couch next to her husband and Harry Perkins."You filthy man," she said to her husband, smiling as his hand lewdly massaged her hugely billowing tit.John guffawed. "Only trying to keep up with my little wife!"John looked over at Harry Perkins, who was sitting beside Ruth. He was running his hand appreciatively over her huge, whitely billowing tits, feeling their amazingly soft.