"Hey, have the Hightowers ever had a big group bath?" she grinned as Michael firmly sudsed over the furred mound of her sex.He smiled up at her, "Nope..., but you might suggest it. We didn't know what we were missing. However, we've all gone skinny dippin' in the pond together."Diana then took her turn, bathing her husband, enjoying the quivery little thrills that she sent racing through his body. Afterwards, they took their turns toweling each other dry, which gave a whole new meaning to drying. I was standing naked in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Seamus insisted; he was behind me, still hard. I felt guilty about my loving Victor; but I was also very aroused.I almost felt like crying and I wanted to have a black cock in me one more time. I suddenly bent over the sink and spread my legs. I reached out my fingers and spread lips. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that Seamus was smiling, as he was staring at my spread cunt…I soon felt his cockhead between my labia. He. I just wanted to be taken, hard and fast. Tony was doing a fine job of it when he just stopped. I was so surprised that I cried out.He told me to face him, I stood up and turned to face him, my little sundress falling down over my ass but my breasts heaving from my hard breathing. He said, “Touch yourself.” And proceeded to talk me through a slow, purposeful masturbation that made me come over and over again. The men by the bushes were stroking frantically. I could see their movements and hear. Hours later, a man whom you probably already know was named Frank Morgan attacks me. Morgan fails, and he dies. A lot more mercifully than he would have naturally; but no less dead, and with far more inconvenience to myself. Whyte threatens the grieving widow into giving me his message and nothing else, just in time for us to speak before the auction announcement.”Helen took a deep drag before continuing.“I’ve spent the past month looking for him. I’ve steered clear of anything involving the.