With his free hand, he began to lube up his shaft with a body wash we both had found tolerable to use when our showers turned amorous. He applied the ...same around my entrance, taking care not to push his fingers inside of me. We had been together long enough that we had learned how to make his initial penetration of me pleasurable without any such preparations.I sighed as he aligned the tip of his manhood with my most intimate entrance and began to pull me closer to him again as he pushed in. He. And finally Harold would attend also there.“Harold” I asked her very amused.“Yes” Said Helena. “You know he is gay, but it’s a lovely guy”I knew Harold was not gay. Maybe he was a little effeminate. But then most people believed he was gay. He was into female pursuits like cooking, knitting or decorating, than manly things like sports or mechanical repairs. He would definitely want to attend and might live things up. I was happy of getting rid of my lovely Victor for one night. And he was happy. Looking across to the balcony she watched as her mystery man licked his lips and adjusted his cock within his pants. She had his attention now to make sure he enjoys the show. She begins to rub her clit gently and let’s the towel fall open revealing her pert tits. While one hand continues to dampen her pussy, making it glisten softly in the balcony lights she grabs and pulls her nipples with the other. She can feel more eyes on her as she spread her legs wider. Lifting one leg up over the arm. She had a power over me. “You're a good little woman, right Kimberly? I don't need to worry about you do I?” She said teasingly. “No, Miss Morgan,” I whimpered. I loved this game, submitting myself to her. I squirmed on the floor as she went into her closet. I wondered why Emma liked to be in control so much. “These are right for you,” she said. I saw she had a long flexible rope of about a dozen plastic balls. “I believe you had a ten page essay, correct Kimberly?” She said. I loved how.