Miranda was dripping too, and when she felt his fingers search between her thighs and stroke her flushed lips her knees nearly buckled. It never felt ...like his fingers were groping, but gliding, almost dancing across her swollen core. The pads of his fingertips traversed the aching nub of her clit, exploring her for the first time, but somehow feeling as if they knew every contour as intimately as they knew his own cock.Then his lips and tongue traveled in slow, agonizing zig zag patterns down. Once we were all seated I took the linen napkin and placed it on my lap. Yeah, no paper but real linen napkins. Talk about royal treatment. They asked me to say grace so I expounded with "Lord, we thank you for this sumptuous food and the delightful company of these two visions of loveliness."We ate the meal in virtual silence as I concentrated on the variety of flavors of an expertly prepared meal. As if this wasn't enough they served apple pie ala-mode. Wow, a guy could get used to this. Only she didn't. She just said, "You son of a bitch! Sleep wherever you want to!"Somewhere in central Pennsylvania, I did sleep alone that night, up in the little front bedroom. Kim's sheets, also unlaundered, smelled faintly of Kim. I slept on my left side. It was a nice change.Tess never did wash her bedding that night, however.We hit Morgantown around lunchtime Tuesday, and since Tess had no plans to visit The Pines Country Club, where that week's tournament was to be held, until Wednesday,. I gave them both directions that they were to walk together, holding hands, shoulders back and allow their long hair to float in the light chilly breeze and when they stopped for whatever reason, they were to ensure their knee’s were 45cm apart.I asked them if they had any questions, they both said no. So off came their coats, I gave them both a big kiss, and walked off. Once I crossed over the road, I could see there were no Police, I called Alice and gave them both the go ahead, I had the Vid.