Barbara and Vikky Part 3

I was so absorbed in the advanced nature of Vikky's technique, wondering how many cocks she had practiced on, that when I turned to fondle one of Barbara's meaty tits, she had disappeared. I assumed she would be back soon, and so took advantage of the privacy I shared with my ex that I now urged my cock further into her epiglotal region, steadily moving my hips forward and backward, gently fucking her throat...

'Ahem. Have you two never heard of comfort? Come and lie down, Miss V. And please, get undressed at once!'Barbara looked quite astounding, almost as if she wanted to remind me who was involved with who, lest I forgot. Her blonde, Elizabethan curls were gathered on top of her head, cascading down her neck, curly tips just brushing her shoulders. Her flimsy peasant top and red stilletoes were the only remnants of clothing to remain however, lest one included her pink thong which was pulled aside to expose her massive hairless cock.

Vikky looked up and me and allowed my cock to flop out of her mouth, the stood, and gently brushed my erection with delicate fingers, giving it a teasing wank. She leaned forward, extending her beautiful pink tongue for me which I sucked gently, then she turned and, for both the benefit of Barbara and myself, peeled off her dress. She was indeed spectacular. Her bust was a modest C, but her curves were undeniably potent, set off by her black high-riding thong, and a relatively newly-pierced belly.

'So what about here?

Is this a good place to be banged?'