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Jean-Claude
had stood up from the sofa and was kneeling over me as to get a
better view of me slurping on the young girl's quim.

Andrea let out
an astonished little shriek as I angled her up higher so I could
moisten her little bottom hole with my tongue. Her little body
still trembled in trepidation at what we might do to her. I am sure
that only a couple of hours after she had entered the house she had
not expected to find herself spread-eagled on my rug with me
licking her bottom while Juliet levered her blond head up to suck
on her majestic breasts.

Jean-Claude,
who had been impressively patient, could resist us no longer. He
pulled up my little black dress and placed his hand on my pussy. I
wasn't wearing panties of course. He spread the cheeks of my bottom
and placed his tongue on exactly the same place where I had placed
mine on Andrea, so that while I flicked my tongue over the taut
wrinkles of her anus, Jean-Claude pushed his deep inside my own
bottom.

I knew
Jean-Claude well, and I knew what his immediate goal was. He had me
in every possible way, and judging by Juliet's behavior, he had
also taken his pleasure with her. Jean-Claude, at least initially,
preferred the new, the fresh and the untried. He turned the fair
girl around so that she rested on her knees, and then levered his
head under Andrea, so that while I could continue to ream her, he
could nibble at her engorged clit. At the same time, Juliet removed
her panties to reveal a thick mat of jet-black pubic hair and sank
her bottom before Andrea's amazed eyes. She clasped the girl firmly
by the neck, pulling her mouth onto her own excited quim, her
thighs pressing hard on the side of Andrea's head, as Andrea
diligently trailed her tongue along the fat ridge of the voluptuous
Latina.

The idea
amazed me, and it was all mine. After having enjoyed being so
submissive, subjecting my will to the desires of others, the
thought crept into my mind that I could have control of this
particular situation. Yes, how wonderful, how erotic it would be
for Jean-Claude to enter the girl where my tongue currently was,
without the initial preliminaries of a more conventional fuck.

Greedily, I
freed Jean-Claude's substantial cock from his pants and sucked on
the thick dome. He was already erect. I grabbed hold of his balls
and slid my mouth as far down him as I could. While I did so,
Jean-Claude stuck his finger inside Andrea's rectum and began
frigging her.

I let go of
his cock, first pushing it against Andrea's outer pussy lips, but
then to place it on the tight flesh of her anus. I must say that at
first sight it seemed inconceivable that Jean-Claude's hefty cock
could fit into such a tight hole. I tried to assist the situation
by spreading Andrea's cheeks even wider.

Andrea gave
out a shrill scream as soon as she realized what was happening to
her, but Juliet pulled her tighter onto her, so that any screams
were muffled by Juliet's own pussy.

It was so
beautiful to watch, Freddie. Jean-Claude's huge cock slowly sliding
up the girl's tight ass, stuffing her, expanding the tiny rim to
its utmost point of elasticity, and then to watch Jean-Claude
slowly riding her, knowing, as Jean-Claude always seemed to do,
just how much pain the girl could take.

As Jean-Claude
fucked the girl steadily in her bottom I took his balls deep into
my mouth and sucked on them, while at the same time manipulating
Andrea's erect clit between my finger and thumb.

Jean-Claude,
usually a man of considerable stamina, as I'm sure you remember
Freddie, was on the verge of coming. As Andrea's body began to
spasm to climax, I could see his face tensing in his own orgasmic
pleasure. I took his twitching cock roughly from the girl's bottom
and sank my mouth onto it. His fat cock exploded inside me, filling
my mouth with his thick burning seed. It spurted against my throat,
then slid down satisfactorily. Andrea's hips where still gyrating
in her disgraceful sensual joy. I could see her turn around,
neglecting her duty of pleasuring Juliet, to watch me suck every
drop of Jean-Claude's cum.

We had so much
fun that night, the four of us in my king size bed. Remember, the
one I bought for myself as a treat after my separation from
Gregory. Or, I should say that we were having so much fun until the
call came on Jean-Claude's mobile phone, telling us about your
accident in Boston. As I said, it just didn't seem possible that
you should suffer such a terrible fate. Jean-Claude's tanned face
went ashen at the news.

The girls
sensing that something tragic had happened left Jean-Claude and I
alone. There were tears from us both, Freddie, as we imagined your
stricken body in the hospital ward.

This tape was
Jean-Claude's idea too. He thought that if anything could recover
you from your coma then it would be something like this.

You know,
Freddie, it was never really just about sex, not really, it was
about you, your spirit, your belief that all things were possible.
I learned so much from you in so many different ways. Freddie, come
back to us, please, we need somebody like you, we all do.

And hear
Freddie, the very last part, and I can say it openly and without
hesitation, without the usual tricks and demands and the burden of
ego, but Freddie, I can say it: Thank you. I love you.

-oOo-

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