I’ll see what Nikki is doing” she said, pressing the quick call button to ring Nikki’s house. She heard her answer after a couple of rings. “H...ey, it’s me, what’s happening?”“Not much, we could go shopping, it is Saturday after all. Thought you needed a pattern for your dress?” said Nikki, hoping for something better.“My mum said she’d make us a picnic if we wanted to go up with it” offered Lauren.“I said I’d help, not make it all, miss” her mother shouted.“Yeah yeah, shall we? Mike wants to go,. She glanced at me frequently to see my reaction and smiled to see my hand stroking my erection as I watched. Since I had said “watched”, she took it literally and I was relegated to spectator this time. It was enough for starters.When both had pleasured her and “fed her beaver”, she thanked them and said she’d see them at the usual times. She simply pointed to her swampy slot and ordered, “Kiss it!”. I did a little more than that with my tongue just above the gaping and cream-coated pleasure. And they do anything I want them to. If I am alone, they are in my mouth and my pussy when I stroke myself. If I am with him, they can be watching or one can be in my mouth while he fucks me. They fill my holes, they never complain, they aren’t selfish. They are there just for me. I am wet again and I bring the soles of my feet up to my crotch as I try to spread my sodden hole wider. I run two fingers down the sides of my pussy, transferring my slickness from inside my vagina to the puffy lips. " He wiped his eyes with his handkerchief. "It just hasn't been the same since you left the regiment, and now we 've been bundled up in this frigging new mob I've had a guts full of the fucking army, and I'm going to put my papers in when we get back from Afghanistan." Well, you've got enough service in for a bloody good pension." I took a swill of my pint. "What will you do in Civvy Street?" Bugger all, except shag my wife more often than I've been doing for the past five years." He enumerated.