”“Well, excuse me. I think I’ll go somewhere and just let mysour pussy and sagging pancake breasts die.”“Trish, you know... what I mean. When we were lovers, Ienjoyed being with you but there was just somethingabout these two women, that was better than normal. Sortof a move up from Dairy Queen to Haagen-Dazs ice creamtype comparison. Anyhow, Tashia stayed with me for threelong days. Then Priscilla came home – or rather the newPriscilla. I suspected that she was. I'm wearing nothing but a bathrobe and flip-flops. It's like one of those nightmares from childhood where you are in the school cafeteria and you are suddenly naked, only this is reality.My bathrobe is barely down to my knees and my legs are covered with goosebumps. My short hair is probably sticking straight up on one side from sleep and I risk letting go of one side of my robe for a minute while I try to smooth it down by running my hand through it.There is a small group of girls huddled. I then bent forwards, flipped my skirt up over my arched back and with my head resting on the seat of the couch presented my toned, supple eighteen-year-old bottom to the sky. Mr. Anderson stood watching, mindlessly stroking his cane. My mouth was open and my breathing was fast and heavy. My mind swirled with arousal and I imagined David Attenbourgh behind a pot plant in the corner of the room describing my behavior. "This fertile young female is obviously in heat as she assumes a submissive. " I hesitated and then saw my husband pick up the electric baton. I started licking around her arsehole before sticking my tongue in. After several minutes the men were happy that I had sucked out all the cum."Time for a shower." Gary said.We all went to the bathroom. Ellie and me were told to get in the shower and wash each other's body. The men started filming. Ellie went to work on me lathering soap all over my body paying particular attention to my breasts and vagina. I let out a cry when.