Orange light tinted the living room as the sun dropped into the darkening sea. No Manu here - where could he be? Had the embarrassment of the garden incident driven him from the house? Shit, she thought to herself. The last thing she needed was to drive all over the county looking for his embarrassed (though nicely shaped) ass! She sighed, then heard a little tinkle of a laugh. A woman's laugh. Coming from the den.
She peeked around the corner and found Manu in the Eames lounge chair. In his lap sat a lovely young woman, her bright eyes glittering, her arms draped languidly over his shoulders. Manu wore an expression of guarded excitement. He said something Laurel couldn't catch; another peel of laughter escaped the girl. As she threw back her head in glee, dark sultry curls spilled over her back, allowing Laurel to read the embroidered name resting on the ample bosom: SpecialK. She smiled as Kay took Manu's face in her hands and touched her lips to his. Manu's hands found Kay's buttocks, and Laurel could see the pinkness of Kay's tongue slip into Manu's open mouth.
As they deep kissed, she untied her robe. She guided his hands to her lovely, large natural breasts, which he cupped and fondled lustily, never breaking eye or lip contact with her. Laurel shuddered, knowing full well the effect of his steel blue eyes, full of lust. Kay moaned, parted Manu's robe, and gripped his engorged cock. (Laurel had no idea how many inches long or thick Manu's cock was; she only knew that her own pussy was a better measuring device than all the rulers in the world, and he filled that amazingly well.) Kay kissed his neck, his chest, his stomach, the tip of his penis. Manu's eyes widened as she took him deep between her soft pink lips as she pushed her gorgeous chest against his legs, her butt posed seductively up in the air.
His eyes wondered the room in half-lidded ecstasy, then connected with Laurel's. An "Oh Shit" expression widen his eyes, but she shook her head and gave him a thumbs-up sign. Quietly, Laurel crept across the den's wood floors and stood behind Kay. Her fingers touched her Kay's silken inner thigh; Kay jumped, startled, then continued to swallow Manu's erection as Laurel explored her exposed femininity. Laurel stared deep into Manu's eyes as she slid her finger over Kay's moist vulva, then deep into her love canal. Kay's tight cunt gripped Laurel as she pumped her index finger deep inside her while stroking her clit with her ring finger.
"Having fun, are we?" a deep voice whispered in her ear. Large hands pulled her against a man, a taller man... She turned her head. His expressive eyes met hers; he smiled a sweet smile. She knew immediately...
"Dixon?" His grin broadened in confirmation. He kissed her lightly, then glanced over at Manu, not wishing to offend him. Manu watched Kay's mouth work his member, entranced. Satisfied, Dixon kissed Laurel's forehead, then guided her to the floor. She positioned herself between Kay's thighs. Face to pussy with Kay, Laurel suddenly wondered what the hell she was doing. Here she lay, about to engage in cunnilingus with a woman to whom she'd never even spoken... Had she lost her mind, or at the very least, her good judgement?
All doubts dissolved as Dixon's strong hands unwrapped her from her satin cocoon, fondled her tight, petite body. He bit-licked her nipples and breast flesh, then gave her a sexy smile as he slid downwards. A knee over each shoulder, he grazed her swollen pink lips and clit with the tip of his tongue. Laurel groaned into Kay's wet pussy, causing Kay to moan over Manu's organ, the vibrations of which fetching a deep sigh from Manu.
Kay sat up, and Laurel rolled over onto her stomach, wanting to watch what she knew would happen next. Kay straddled Manu, and Laurel looked on lustily as Kay placed the tip of his large red organ against Kay's wetness. Dixon lifted Laurel onto her knees and elbows. Kay arched her back, and slowly slid down onto Manu's pole. Laurel watched Kay's lips part and accept Manu's offering as Dixon pressed his 13" cock (or so he claimed) into Laurel's hot shaven tightness. They both groaned at the intensity of the feeling. Thirteen inches or not, it stretched Laurel in all the right ways.
