When I got home, I was greeted by my two houris modelling their latest finery. Short skirts revealed the length of their thighs, translucent blouses d...splaying their scrumptious boobies, and other similar clothing items that they were modelling before stuffing them into their valises."Just sit there like a good boy, Gerald. We have a last item of clothing to show you."They disappeared into the bed-chamber while I prepared a weak Scotch for myself. "Close your eyes, darling, and don't open them. Must take out,” she said. Her knife was still hanging from a belt at her waist. She took it from its sheath and rinsed it in the pool. “Should use fire but cannot risk now”Then she reached and probed, not deep but it hurt like hell, I managed to just grit my teeth together and kept quiet. “There she said” satisfied the stone was out, “You brave like warrior and not cry out, it is good.”We left the pool and sat on the nearby rocks, I completely forgot that I was still quite naked.She gathered. " She said. "Now then you've got a house full of guests, I suggest you pull your pants up and got out to meet them." Yes mam." Janet walked out and I worked my pants up.Janet and Maria were my deadly duo, there wasn't a man alive who could resist either of them. After I'd meta programmed them both they acted like sisters. Loving but with a hint of rivalry. They pushed each other but never tried to hurt each other. It was a good mix.Part of me pictured Maria. Warming up to fuck that young kid.. I so wanted her. These thoughts brought our kisses to such intensity; we were fucking with our mouths. Fucking, doing to the other with our tongues what we would otherwise be doing with our sexes.Suddenly we heard someone banging at toilet door. We quickly got dressed and opened the door. Damn it, it was her mother. The toilet smelt of sex. She understood everything without uttering a word. I was rooted to the ground without a word. Everything froze for a moment, which seems to be eternity. The.
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