“I wasn’t sure I could still do it.”“Can you do it again?”The answer was yes; Libby’s vagina tightened around me once more, held me for ev...en longer, then relaxed.“I’ve been doing my pelvic floor exercises,” she grinned.“And they’re worth every minute,” I grinned back, wiggling my hips to adjust the lie of my cock in her vagina. “Are you feeling ready yet?” I asked.“I guess so,” she replied, looking unsure. “Be gentle, Mike. It’s been a long time since…”She left the sentence unfinished.“I’ll. He claimed it was a goodvantage place from which he could watch the pickup. And any midnightintruders would cause quite a racket tripping over him, giving Marcia andPhoebe just in enough time to run screaming for their lives."Not funny Walt," Marcia said."What can I say," he shrugged. "My career isn't in comedy."They were all up early, dressed, showered, and ready to get back on theroad before eight. No one cared to linger. No one slept well. Waltespecially. He spent the first half-hour after. “Sometimes,” I had to smile at her.“Cos I wouldn’t mind trying an idea we had.”“Oh well you can use the office, feel free.”“Thanks,” she rewarded me with an electrifying smile, “you coming Saffs?”She swayed out in her skin-tight tank and boy-cut panties, with Saffie’s hand on one asscheek, inside the panties.“Toast?” asked Amanda.“Thanks,” I dragged my eyes away from the door.“We ought to catch up in the garden, after breakfast?”“Okay.”So we cut the grass, trimmed some shrubs and did a bit of. He tried to use his tongue, but I stopped him, does that count?" I think we can count that" I positioned an arm around her shoulder and moved my face closer to hers "fair warning though, I'm going to use my tongue."She nodded her head, at this point perhaps too nervous to say anything. I leaned in, closed my eyes and gently pressed my lips against hers. She didn't need much encouragement and soon I was massaging her tongue with mine as my left hand rested on her thigh. A muffled moan escaped.