The whole floor had been designed with this end in mind.
First Mary was offered a towel and invited into "Pleasure Central".
It was Mary who lifted her hand and drew the towel upwards in an unmistakeable invitation to put hand to bare buttock. He could feel the wetness forming around her labia, he could feel her backward motion to greet his hand.
The pleasure imperative brought us again to the anachronistic rusty chain wire gate of Liz and Noel's mansion near Geilston Bay.
Liz, assuming that the fucking was finished, said "How does that lovely little pussy feel now?
" as she flashed a big grin and a knowing wink, "Rumpy Pumpy good!
The coarse bluestone gravelled track wound its way around an embankment to their owner built house on a lifestyle block overlooking the River Derwent near Hobart, Tasmania.
That 100 metres of driveway was our last "turn back" moment, once sight from the house we were committed to play. The mundane tasks completed we were on our way back to the East Coast. The cup of tea proffered by Liz was welcome and helped refocus me somewhat, after facing the rush hour traffic on the East Derwent Highway.