She directly asked me about my rate and the place of meeting, but told her to relax and not to hurry. I always like to know my clients so that I can p...rovide then exactly what they need. So I told her we will chat for few days, and proceed only if she is really comfortable with me. To which she agreed happily and was relaxed. Then we exchanged our numbers and started chatting on whatsApp. In few days she was very comfortable talking with me. Then we decided to for the first time. Both of us were. Before long, the overpowering scent in the room was not the incense or sage, it was the aroma of sex – it was the aroma of love.ElsaThere were now six of us who were sisters to one another and wives to Mark: Cindy, Melanie, Sheila, KC, Brita, and me. We tried to find a vocabulary for what we were to one another and couldn’t come up with anything better. A few other terms we tolerated were fiancées, girlfriends, lovers, and sex toys. There was at least one term we didn’t like and neither did. Dourine gasped when she saw that it was her sixteen-year-old daughter Fran. She was already naked. Fran was 5'5" with a great athletic body and high firm C-cup tits. Dourine knew that Fran had a boyfriend and that they were sexually active. She had OKed it for Fran to get on the pill. But she did not know that Fran knew anything about her family having an open sexual relationship. Fran got on the bed and Marcella spread her legs. Fran went straight for Marcella's hairy black pussy. Her. It was as though it was the first time I’d ever been kissed. When we finally broke for a breath, her eyes were shining.“My word,” she breathed. “Oh my word.”“I...” I opened my mouth to say something, I don’t know what, to explain, perhaps even to apologise. But she leaned across and put her finger on my lips.“Not a word,” she said. “Let’s go. I can’t bear another minute.”“Go where?”Kittykat smiled, a slow wide warm smile. “I believe the correct form of the question is, ‘your place or mine?’ “As.