My gaze wanders up to his face, and his jaw seems tight. It’s like he’s holding himself under rigid control. It dawns on me: I’ve found the armo...ur of confidence I’ve so needed, to pit myself against this all-consuming personality. He’s dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, and the incongruity of my slinky black cocktail dress and bright red heels has just made this moment far more carnal than if I had been dressed more simply. I don’t know where he’s taking me, or how long it will take to get. Slurp slurp slurp ?Oh god, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, almost there?.? ? ?Wait, why did you stop?? ?You don’t get to cum again til I cum three times tonight. ?What? You FUCKING WHORE!? ?Get to it.? ?Oh god. Fine. Slurp slurp slurp.? Each girl had multiple orgasms that night. They were almost happy to be taken to the woodshed the next morning, whatever that meant. Almost. In the morning the girls didn’t need to be awakened—they hadn’t. This went on for over six months when my mother came to stay with us.Now this obviously was very very annoying for neha. She had to stop smoking drinking, eating meat which we had started after marriage, and most of all sex at all times and places. She had to be atleast decent before my mother, who was very orthodox. She expressed her frustration and many days we went out and she had her dose of smoke drink and meat and we fucked wildly inside the bedroom at night. She irritated and insulted my. Sounded pretty good. So her and Becky made us some strawberry daiquiris and brought the pitcher out and four glasses. We started drinking and Becky leaned over and said “Kelly asked me if I wanted to stay the weekend in bed with you.” I told her I heard her ask that and said “What did you tell her?” Becky said “I told her yes.” I smiled and kissed her and said “Thank you. I do want you all weekend long!” Kelly left Marcus sitting on the other side of the pool and came over to us. She.