Marilyn kept pumping Mandy’s pussy hard as she came all over Marilyn’s cock, bringing Marilyn close to an orgasm herself. But there was one favori...te way she liked to cum. ‘Mandy,’ Marilyn asked, ‘Turn around and face the locker, please?’ Mandy, flushed from her orgasm, lifted her knee up to her chest and, assisted by Marilyn supporting her hips, turned around without removing Marilyn’s dick and faced the bank of lockers. Marilyn then reached up to Mandy’s tits, grabbing and pinching Mandy’s. Smiling in awe, she reached up and touched it. The surface was soft to her touch and yielded slightly, causing the driving rain to run off and away from where her fingers were pressing.“You rescued me?” she asked, surprised to be rescued twice in one day.“Yes,” Tabatha said, just watching the girl.“I’m not dead?” Sally asked. She didn’t think she was, but it would help if the unusual red-haired girl/guide confirmed it.“No, you’re not dead,” Tabatha said, reassuring her. “Barley asked me to. My wife and I had had such an experience before. Once we had a woman in our bed and a few times it was a man. And of course, we wanted more. I don’t even remember who of us offered to meet, like couples. We both told that to our spouses and some time later our halves gave their consent. I have to admit we ran some risk as they had to agree before seeing their future partners. We could dislike each other when we met. But the desire to try something new was stronger than fear and we chose the. And at the end of each day's shoot, she would go home, almost shaking with anticipation, trembling at the delicious thought of how she was going to enjoy herself, lost in the sensual memories and fantasies surrounding Emi.Her nightly routine was something like this.Barely dry after her bath, wrapped in a towel, she dimmed the lights and arranged her big mirror to face the large shag pile rug. With her pillow nearby, she knelt down in front of the mirror, closing her eyes to remember Emi's.