“Cutty! Cutty! Cutty!” she screamed, as she felt her juices flow more and more.Her fingers, now rubbing the area closely around her clit, as the c...lit itself was way too sensitive now, together with her exposed nipples toying with the smeared lipstick on the mirror, achieved the desired effect.In between her frantic kisses of Cutty, she saw herself with her upturned skirt, her thong pushed to the side, exposing her blood filled vagina, her belly, with the belly button’s piercing, her stiff. He became dynamic, saying they needed to be ready to leave by ten-fifteen, and there “was a bit to do!” sending her to cook them some breakfast, saying that she had worn her lover out, and kept him awake half the night with her moaning and grunting. To which she smiled then went to the cooker. So now she was to feed them, then with Barneys assistance she could run a razor over any stubble, and shower, and all before she dressed. The two men straightened the living room cleared the empties from. ...." My words fade from my lips as I stare at her wide eyed. My eyes travelled from her eyes to her long brown hair spilling down over her bare shoulders. They then followed the curve of her body down to her perky breasts, down her beautiful stomach, and down to the neatly trimmed patch of hair. I looked her over again and again. Her nipples were the prettiest shade of pink and were, now, fully erect and alert. "Amber, what are you doing?" I stammer at her. "I told you it was my turn." she. "Hi Wendy," a new voice called.I'm turned around and I am kissed, a hand comes up between our bodies and my boobs are groped."Hi Terry," I smiled knowing his smell and the feel of his hands."There's a party down the road are you coming?" he asked."Sure," I smiled."Right have another drink on me and then we'll be off," he said.It was a warm night and the party was just down the road so we walked arm in arm. I've known Terry a few months now, he was always good fun and I always ended up in his.