“Duh,” said Suzie.When we got back to the room, Suzie let her towel drop on the bed. That shape! I moaned involuntarily, and she looked at me. She... ran her eyes over me to where she could see my shorts start tenting in real time. She looked shocked.“I’m sorry!” I cried shamefully.“Don’t be sorry,” she said adamantly, “But why?!”“You’re a girl,” I said, “A very beautiful girl.”“You’re my friend,” she pointed out.“Yes,” I said, “Of course I am, I’m so sorry.”“I said ‘don’t be sorry’,” she. ”I didn’t expect what came next, as Becky slapped hard across the tip of my penis, causing me to yelp out in pain; even as her hand sent pre-cum flying across the room.If I’d been shocked, Hillary was flabbergasted by the slap and the tone in which Becky spoke next, “You have been bad Peter.”“I have Rebecca, I’m sorry,” I said using her full name. Despite the apology, she slapped across the tip of my penis again, triggering another yelp of sexually charged pain. “Take your trousers off,” Becky. “So then roll over, and let me finish this.”“Sierra, you don’t have to—”“I sort of do, though. I need to, Alistair – and so do you. C’mon, roll over.”“You’re awfully pushy sometimes, dearest wife,” he teased.“And you like it.” I grinned. “Mostly.”I pushed myself up so that I was kneeling beside him again, and he reluctantly – with much moaning and grousing – rolled onto his back. I propped pillows up behind him so he was sitting up a little and not putting any strain on the new, tight scar on. It’s one of my rules.”Lotte felt as if she were drowning in a swirling pool of vaginal sensation. She crawled over to the old black man. “That’s it, my girl. You try your best.” He bent over, to give her better access, sticking out his massive black buttocks, which were wrinkled and slab-like. “You do it, girl. You do it now. Good girl.”Lotte knelt behind him, first kissing his buttocks, then licking them, then daring to pull those buttocks apart, to focus her eyes on his anus, which was.