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Hawk and Gretchen are finally going to take the cruise they've been
waiting almost a year to take. Join them as they rejoin Ted and Lisa,
as well as make new friends to form a spider's web of passionate heat.
And, of course, Death wants to join the party.

This has a real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than
just a wanker.

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The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

(c) 2006 by Wine Maker. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter Four: Reflection and Surprise

Hawk

Gretchen, Sandy and Trish had been gone for over an hour when the
loudspeaker announced that we had set sail. Lisa and Jo had joined the
guys and me, so the conversation had shifted from basketball to more
mundane topics. The last hour had been a hoot, really. Jo was a
firecracker. I'd only spoken to her for a few minutes last year. That
had been during questioning her about an attempted murder. Ted's. Now I
knew a lot more about her personality and I wished I'd had the
opportunity to get to know her then.

Lisa and Ted were really hitting it off with Jo and Earl, too. That
made me wonder how close we might grow. Keven was friendly, but
reserved. I doubted he and Sandy were the wild and crazy type in
general but the dynamics of a weeklong cruise weren't normal. I was
willing to bet on the likelihood that we would all do something during
the week that we'd never do in the real world. With a jolt, I realized
that I even had to include myself; Keven and Earl were making me itch
almost as much as Ted and that scared the hell out of me. I was a
lesbian, wasn't I? Like everything else, time alone would tell.

For now, though, I had something else I had to deal with. If I wanted
to see the doctor without Gretchen breathing down my neck, I needed to
move now while Trish had Gretchen occupied. I smiled as I slowly stood
up; Mother Hen wasn't going to be happy about not escorting me. My
unintended pun made me smile even more. "I hate to run," I told
everyone, "but I promised my wife that I'd let the doctor give me a
checkup." I patted my swollen belly. "For some reason she thinks I
might just drop the kids at a moment's notice."

That made them all laugh.

Keven stood up with me. "Since your wife kidnapped my fiancé, I'll
fill in and make sure that you get there in one piece. Everyone, it's
been a pleasure, and I hope we can keep getting together over the next
week." Everyone else said hasty goodbyes and rose to go their separate
ways, too.

"So, are you close?" Keven asked as we walked slowly to the elevators.

"Yep," I grinned. "Close enough. It's about a month to the date my
doctor pulled out of the air, but with twins and a first birth, you
never know. It might be a couple of weeks if they come early. Oooh,
they're moving! Feel!" I pulled his hand to my belly.

He felt the twins moving around and smiled at me, pulling his hand
back. "Any chance they might come on the cruise?" he asked. He seemed a
little nervous. Moving babies probably did that to men.

I stepped into an elevator and pressed the appropriate button. "It's
possible," I admitted, "but not really likely. Maybe if there were a
lot of activity or stress. I wouldn't worry that you're going to have
to deliver them right here in the elevator."

Keven laughed. "Delivering babies would be more Sandy's lot than mine.
She's the doctor. How did Gretchen take the news that you you're having
twins?"

"With entirely too much enthusiasm," I muttered.

"Tell me about it," Keven said.

With a shrug, I gave in. "When Alice, my OB/GYN told me, I was
instantly in a state of shock. It was the whole deal: mouth gapping,
eyes wide, and me completely at a loss for words. If I hadn't been
lying on my back with my feet in the stirrups I would have fallen down.
Gretchen was at no such loss of words or motor function."

"She literally started bouncing up and down and running in little
circles in front of us, pumping her arms into the air in some kind of
primitive victory dance, screaming 'Twins!'. She grabbed my arms and
shook me so much that I was afraid that the table wouldn't keep me from
falling. She was exulting that she'd have two little babies to be Daddy
to."

I shook my head. "I considered slapping her because she was becoming
hysterical but it probably wouldn't have helped. Knowing Gretchen, she
might even have liked it. I settled for sighing dramatically and I told
her very clearly not to go there. Let me be clear now, Keven, I'm not
the wife and she's not the Daddy. We're both the Mommy. Apparently," I
added with a bit of a grimace, "Gretchen didn't read the memo." Keven
laughed and I shot him a dirty look. It got him to stop laughing but
couldn't quell the grin on his face. After I bit, I couldn't help but
grin back. Keven, I decided right then, was dangerous.

"In any case, Alice told us the twins were both healthy and Gretchen
immediately started demanding to know what sex they were," I said. "It
took me half an hour to convince her that I didn't want to know and
that I wasn't giving in to her tantrum. Gretchen is the world's worst
gossip, I swear." I fixed him with a stare. "Not about secrets or her
escort work but about something like this? It would have been all over
the universe before I got home."

He nodded at me.

"They wanted to talk me out of coming on this cruise entirely. Alice
pointed out that twins normally come four to six weeks early and at
seven and a half months I now have only a couple of weeks till I get to
the inner edge of the zone. Any normal woman would be 'sensible', but
I'm a bit stubborn," I admitted.

Keven smiled at me. "Really? You?"

"Yeah, and I'm sure you know all about that condition, don't you?" I
snorted. "You and I are more alike than I think either of us realize.
In the end, my penalty for being stubborn is to see the doctor every
day."

"That's just being prudent," Keven said.

"Gretchen was all worried that sex was out of the question," I
continued. "Alice set her straight. As long as it's not too rough, I
can if I want to, thank God. I'm horny so much now."

"Lucky Gretchen," Keven grinned.

"Among others," I answered with a matching grin. "This is going to be
an interesting cruise."

Keven laughed. "That's a hilarious story. You and Gretchen make quite a
pair and you both seem really happy together. If you don't mind my
asking, how do you do that with Ted and Lisa in the picture?"

The elevator opened and we walked out and toward the medical center. I
knew the beans had already been spilled, but Lisa's hopes of winning
the election could be hurt if word got out into the general public. I
had to tread carefully and I needed to know how Keven was going to
handle our situation.

"Ted and Lisa were intimate with me before I met Gretchen," I said,
paying close attention to his reactions. "In fact I was pregnant before
I met her, though I didn't know it at the time. Gretchen not only
accepted my pregnancy but ever since we got married, she and I have
been talking about getting together with Ted and Lisa; and, they'd been
talking about it themselves. I realize that causal sex isn't for
everyone but we're going to try it this week. I think everything will
be fine." I winked at him. "Why, are you lusting after my wife?"

Keven laughed. "Hawk, the only men who don't lust after Gretchen
already have boyfriends." That startled a laugh from me, as well, and I
determined to remember that line. "Seriously, though," Keven continued,
"Gretchen is a beautiful woman and I won't lie to you about looking,
but I don't know if that's right for Sandy and me. We've been talking
about getting married."

"Love and sex don't have to be the same thing," I said. "But I'm not
trying to lure you into the sack." I blushed, given my earlier
thoughts, and I only hoped Keven would misinterpret my embarrassment.
"Since we were talking about my sex life, it seemed only fair to ask
you. Sandy kept looking at Trish and unless I miss my guess, Gretchen
will be taking on a trainee. That opens up all kinds of possibilities
if your lovely wife wants to get to know Trish a little better. If she
did, would you object? A lot of men fantasize about multiple women."

Keven nodded. "I saw her looking but she's never mentioned anything
about being bisexual. If she asks me, I'll consider it, but I won't
bring it up myself."

"But you're not opposed to the idea in principle?" I pressed.

"I'm not jealous that way," he said with a shrug. "If I'm there, it's
not cheating. I don't want either one of us sneaking around or for
something like that to happen all the time, but I wouldn't object to an
occasional romp in the hay." He grinned at me. "Why, are you interested
in Sandy? Or even me?"

I laughed to cover my moment of shock. This was hitting entirely too
close to home. "Obviously I've had sex with Ted. I don't know if I want
to have sex with another man," I said honestly. "My self-image as a
lesbian is already in crisis." That was truer than Keven knew. Once
again, I felt like I had no idea who I was or what I wanted. Keven and
Earl were attractive men, but did I want to sleep with them? I shook my
head.

"None of us are stereotypes," Keven told me bluntly. "There are no
absolutes in being human. We're people and that means that we have to
accept that we don't always fit comfortably into neat little boxes. If
you like women more than men, so be it. If you enjoy an occasional
encounter with a man in a safe environment with your wife, that doesn't
change who you are."

"Have you ever had a man?" I shot back with a little more heat than I
intended. I held up my hand before he could speak. "Sorry, that came
out sounding a little more abrupt than I meant it to. You don't have to
answer that."

"No, I haven't and I'm not offended," he assured me. "I'm a pretty
blunt guy on occasion. Ask Sandy. She'll tell you I'm passionate and
sometimes too free with allowing my emotions to run. When I get angry,
I get close to the edge. I almost punched out that Price guy when I
found out he'd hit Lisa."

"Really?" I asked with a purr in my voice. "Me, too. I made him fall
over in a chair in the interrogation room. I wanted to beat the crap
out of him. Keven, my friend, I think we'll get along just fine. Maybe
we can track that slime down and double-team him?"

Keven stopped outside the door to the medical center and grinned.
"Deal."


The checkup was thorough but a bit impersonal for my taste. I couldn't
fault the doctor on his skill, but I'd always been more comfortable
with people that had a personality. Give me a doctor like House any day
of the week. Keven waited patiently in the small waiting room for me to
finish. I nodded to the young black man sitting there reading a
magazine and let Keven escort me out of the medical center.

Something about the young man raised a flag for me, though. He had been
looking more at Keven than reading the magazine he was holding. I
suppose he could be a people watcher but I was suspicious by nature.

"You talk much to that guy in the waiting room?" I asked Keven as we
stepped into the elevator.

He looked at me curiously. "We talked a little bit. Why?"

I shrugged. "I don't really know," I admitted. "Something about him set
off my cop-sense. Did he come in with someone?"

Keven nodded. "A young white girl. The nurse took her into the back
just before you came out."

Okay, so the guy wasn't alone. Maybe I was being paranoid with Price
and the Right Reverend around. Still.

"Was there anything odd in the conversation?" I asked in spite of my
own doubts.

"We talked about the ship and all the stuff to do," Keven said. "He did
seem kind of curious about all the stuff Sandy and I intended to do. It
didn't seem odd at the time."

"He knew about Sandy?" I asked sharply.

"Well, he did after he asked if I was on the ship with someone," Keven
admitted. "I told him nothing more than her name. His was Cal
Washington and his girl is Nancy Armstrong. She was feeling a little
queasy and wanted something for her stomach."

"Did he ask about me?" I asked quietly.

Keven nodded. "I told him you were here for a pre-natal checkup. He
didn't ask anything more about you than that. I didn't even tell him
your name, so he might think you're Sandy. He was really just
interested in the kind of fun we intended to have on the ship."

I nodded and forced my paranoia back into its kennel. This was probably
nothing. I stewed on it until we got back to my suite. This was going
to bounce around the back of my brain until I did something about it, I
knew.

When I walked in, I found a clothes party in progress. Gretchen and
Sandy were sitting on the couch, and Trish was modeling a sheath dress
in deep green. The somewhat innocent girl was gone and in her place was
a sophisticated young woman. At least she seemed that way until she saw
Keven and blushed. Gretchen was going to have her work cut out for her
with Trish.

Gretchen leaned forward. "Trish, you're going to have to accept that
men will see you like this and not let it rattle you," she said gently.
"It's normal and part of your new job. Revel in it. Be sensual. Be
seductive. Be a little slutty when the time is right."

I pushed Keven into the room and into a comfortable seat before sitting
down heavily beside Gretchen. She turned and kissed me and it wasn't
just a peck on the cheek. She was feeling it, too. I returned her kiss
with enthusiasm but broke it off before our passions carried us away.
"I saw the doctor, as per your orders, Ma'am. He said everything's
fine."

"That's Daddy to you, Wench," Gretchen said with a grin. "Ma'am is for
you, Mommy." Then I saw the rest of the message hit her. "You went to
the doctor without me? Are you crazy?"

I hid a grin as I turned and nodded towards Keven. "Don't worry, pretty
Mama," I told her. "Keven was kind enough to waddle with me to the
doctor."

Gretchen gave me a long look and Keven a longer more appraising one.
She smiled and her eyes twinkled as she abruptly stood up and pulled me
to my feet. "Excuse us for a little bit," She told the three as led
me into the master bedroom.

A thrill raced up my spine and I closed the door behind us. Gretchen
melted into my arms and I kissed her softly. "We have guests," I
whispered into her ear.

"I know," she whispered back. "They'll have to make do because
I've been wanting you all morning." Her lips found mine again, this
time hot and aggressive.

I sat gently on the bed and we necked like teenagers. Time seemed to
slow to crawl as I focused on the electricity shooting between us. I
was overwhelmed with a hot mixture of love and lust. At last I broke
our mad kiss.

"I've wanted you since we came on board," I said, my voice husky
with desire. "This cruise might be for exploring but you're what's
really important to me. You're the one that torches my panties like an
arc welder."

Gretchen laughed gaily. "That's just how I want it and I want
everyone to know how my wife fulfills all my deepest dreams."

"Not all of them," I said, poking her with a smirk. "Don't think
I missed how you were looking at Trish. You want her."

"Pots and kettles," she said with a smirk. "That's lust and this
is love." With that, she started unbuttoning my blouse slowly, her
fingers caressing my breasts as she slowly revealed my bra. Her touch
sent lightning bolts of heat through my belly all the way to my toes.
The rush of love for her overwhelmed me in a bright tide of emotion.

I pulled her face to my neck and sighed. God, she knew just how to get
me going. She pushed me down until I was on my back. Then she pulled
aside the cup of my bra and began sucking on my engorged nipple. The
nursing pad that kept my early lactation from soaking my blouse fell to
the bed unnoticed. Early lactation wasn't exactly normal in a pregnancy
but it wasn't unheard of. So, since everything else about me being
pregnant was going to be different than everyone else, why not that
too?

As she drank from me, I felt the mixed blast of love and peace that
always accompanied this kinky sex-play. It was a delicious confusion
inside me. She stripped me of my clothes and kissed her way onto my
belly. It wasn't easy but her fingers found my swollen clit and began
gently rubbing me, raising my temperature even higher. Lesbian sex
wasn't easy while pregnant but it wasn't impossible. Part of my mind
was already getting ready to get on my knees so she could eat me. It
wouldn't happen soon, I suspected, because Gretchen was taking things
slowly, always letting me see what she was doing to me. She wanted me
to watch.

Then she wrapped her lips around my protruding belly button and sucked.
I felt her lips all the way down to my ass and writhed in pleasure.
When I was good and wet, she slid between my legs and dipped her head
to taste me. She sure had learned a lot about eating pussy in eight
months. Her lips and tongue tortured me and I was a little upset that I
couldn't watch her. All I could see was my stomach.

I clenched the sheets in ecstasy as she sucked on my clit with two
fingers plunging deep inside me and I knew without looking that she was
fingering herself like crazy. I wasn't that far from coming myself. I
moaned and called out her name as I gave myself to her. In a sudden
rush I was there, clamping my thighs around her head as I came with a
scream.

Gretchen crawled back beside me with a smug grin, her lips shiny with
my juices. "That is what I've needed. She kissed me but not with the
heat that carried things forward. I knew that kiss. She wanted to
cuddle and I was happy to do so.

"Do you want me to make love to you now?" I asked, looking deeply
into those green eyes of hers.

"Not now," She said, helping me sit up. "I just needed you right
then. We should go out before our guests think we've abandoned them."

"Like they won't know what we were doing," I said with a smile as I
sat up and began dressing.

"I wanted them to know," Gretchen said simply. "I love you and
this is one of the things that make us a couple. I love you."

My heart melted all over again and I stood up, pulling her into my
arms. "I love you, my heart."

Gretchen picked up my nursing pads and slipped them into my bra with a
grin and buttoned me up.

When we came back out, Trish was in a new dress. It was black and
slinky. Very sexy. It was obvious as we sat back down on the couch that
she'd been waiting for us. Sandy grinned at us and Keven looked like he
was going to explode out of his pants.

Trish took a deep breath and reached behind her, trying to unzip the
dress in a slow and seductive way, her eyes on Keven. Keven froze in
place, gazing at Trish.

Sandy smiled at Keven and shook her head. "Let me help you, dear." She
rose to her feet and stepped behind Trish. With a grin at Keven, she
slowly unzipped the dress and stepped back. I saw her hands twitch and
almost run along Trish's waist. Sandy was further along in considering
things than Keven was. I knew with sudden insight. She'd been with a
woman before.

Meanwhile, Trish was wriggling in a way that made me warm inside,
sliding out of the dress. Her blush was deep but her eyes sparkled in a
way that told me she was getting off on exhibiting herself to a group
of strangers. I'd have to have Lisa talk with her. Exhibitionism was
her specialty and it looked like Trish might share it.

Trish's dress fell into a dark puddle at her feet and she stood
revealed in a matching set of sexy red underwear. The bra was lacy and
somehow managed to hold in her magnificent breasts while still
emphasizing her cleavage. The French cut panties left little to the
imagination and suited her lush hips. I noticed she was a natural
blonde right away. She'd need some trimming to wear those panties
properly. She stepped out of the dress and Sandy picked it up and
gently laid it on the table.

The high heels Trish had on accentuated her calves and legs so well
that I felt myself starting to dampen with desire once again. Almost
defiantly, Trish stood there displaying herself for Keven. She was
breathing heavily and her eyes were wide open. I wondered what was
happening and when Sandy or Gretchen would put a stop to it. The heat
was so palpable that the very air crackled with possibility.

Gretchen sat back and said nothing. She smiled at me and rested her
hand on my leg. She wasn't going to interfere.

Sandy finished laying out the dress and stepped back behind Trish,
looking over her shoulder at Keven. "Do you want to see more?" she
asked her boyfriend in a husky voice. She glanced at us and Gretchen
nodded at her.

Oh, shit. Sandy wasn't going to turn back. My eyes swiveled to Keven
and I waited to see which way he jumped. My mind was awhirl with
confused thoughts. I knew we'd be sleeping with Ted and Lisa but
despite my earlier thoughts and my conversation with Keven, I hadn't
really believed that he and Sandy might be on the menu. This could get
complicated fast. Should I stop this now? Could I stop it without
consequences?

Keven looked at Gretchen and then at me. With a smile, Gretchen began
running her hand along my thigh. That sent another bolt of electricity
through me. His eyes returned to Sandy. "Only if that's what you want."

"Gretchen, Trish and I've been talking and we've decided that what
happens on the cruise stays on the cruise. You can tell me if you want
me to stop." Sandy took a deep breath of her own and unhitched Trish's
bra with a twist of her hand. She was much more experienced than she
looked. As Gretchen had found out, that took a good deal of practice.

Trish's hands cupped her breasts and held the material to cover
herself. Maybe she was too nervous. She looked at Gretchen with a
question in her eyes.

"Only if you want to, Honey," Gretchen whispered. "I'll be right here
and only what you want to happen will happen. It's okay to say 'no' now
or at any time." Trish's awakening was turning me on but I nodded my
head in agreement.

With a sweep of her hand, Trish uncovered herself and let the bra fall
to the floor. Oddly, I found my eyes drawn to the fluttering fabric
rather than her breasts. The slow fall of the bra seemed so sexy. I
could hear Keven's sudden inhalation and knew that he liked what he
saw.

Trish's breasts were as fabulous as I'd suspected. Firm with youth,
they stood proudly out from her chest without sagging. Her areola was
about the size of a half-dollar, a couple of inches across, and her
nipples were stiff. Since it wasn't cold, I had to assume that she was
as excited as I was getting.

"Do you like what you see?" Sandy asked Keven, letting her hands rest
on Trish's hips. "Do you want to see more?"

"Yes," Keven croaked. He adjusted his seat to try to find a more
comfortable position for the rather large erection he was sporting. "If
you're sure."

Sandy's answer was to reach around Trish and cup her breasts. Trish
gasped and trembled under her touch but did nothing to stop her. Trish
locked her eyes on Keven. Sandy kissed Trish's shoulder softly. "Trish,
tell me to stop and I'll stop."

For an answer, Trish pulled Sandy's hands further up until her palms
were rubbing across her nipples.

Sandy sighed and kissed Trish's neck; I swear I could see the goose
bumps from here. Their bodies seemed to melt together and Trish
trembled under her touch. Sandy motioned for Keven to come to them with
one hand and I watched them in fascination.

Keven stood and stepped beside them, obviously unsure what to do. His
cock was tenting his pants in a way that told me what he wanted to do.

Sandy released Trish and slowly knelt beside Trish. "Come down here and
let me show you what a man likes."

Almost like she was in a trance, Trish knelt beside Sandy and her eyes
were huge as she looked at Keven's cock inside his pants.

"Touch it," Sandy commanded her. "Feel it. It's okay."

Trish unzipped Keven's pants under Sandy's expert guidance and Sandy
fished Keven's cock out of his pants. It was a big one. It was thicker
and a bit longer than Ted's. Since I didn't have a lot of experience to
fall back on, I'd have to ask Gretchen later how it stood up to the
average cock.

Sandy smiled at Keven and ran her tongue along the underside of his
cock. He gasped and it jumped under her touch. Trish was looking on
from less than a foot away, her eyes locked on the scene in front of
her as she panted. Her hands twitched at her sides as she tried to
figure out what she was supposed to do.

"Lick it," Sandy commanded Trish at last. "Taste him."

Hesitantly, Trish leaned forward and touched her tongue to the head of
Keven's cock. The taste obviously agreed with her as she put a hand on
his leg and began running her tongue along his length, her eyes locked
on his for approval. I felt like I could visually take his pulse from
the throbbing of his cock.

"Keep licking his shaft," Sandy encouraged her young friend. I think
she liked being in control. Maybe that was a doctor thing. With no
further warning, Sandy took the head of Keven's cock into her mouth and
started bobbing gently. Her cheeks collapsed as she sucked on the head
of his cock.

Keven was having a hard time standing but he wasn't complaining either
with those two women orally pleasuring him. This had to be one of the
two great male fantasies that Sandy and Trish were fulfilling for him
right now. That and watching two women make love. He let one hand
tangle in Sandy's hair and forced a little more into her mouth as he
thrust.

Sandy groaned and let him fuck her mouth while Trish pulled back and
watched avidly as he fucked Sandy's mouth. At last, Sandy pulled her
mouth off his cock with a wet sound that drove a shiver of lust up my
spine. I moaned and sighed. Sandy turned to Trish. "Are you ready?"

Trish stiffened her spine and nodded. "What do I do?"

Sandy gave her the same kind of talk that Lisa had the first time I
went down on Ted. Cover your teeth with your lips and use your hands to
keep his cock from going deeper than you want. Trish drank it all in
like there would be a test. I supposed there would be.

When Trish opened her lips and took Keven inside her mouth, I thought
he might lose it right there but he somehow kept control. His hands
tangled in her hair but he didn't force her. He let her control the
speed and depth and just threw his head back in pleasure. Even in the
midst of his passion, he was a gentleman.

Sandy was hurriedly shedding her clothes and I let my eyes drink in her
body. Slender and sexy, I bet she would be a real firecracker in bed.
Her tits must have been about a C cup and I wondered if she'd had them
enhanced. If they were, I couldn't tell from here. A closer examination
would be in order, if the chance presented itself. As she turned, I
could see her carpet matched her red drapes. That was so sexy.

Sandy knelt beside Trish and leaned down, taking her nipple between her
lips. Her hands were running up and down Trish's body.

Trish gasped but didn't take Keven's cock from her mouth. She sucked
him harder, if anything. I didn't know how long he could hold out under
that assault. Trish caressed Keven's legs as she bobbed her head
energetically.

Just when I thought he was starting to lose control, Sandy stood up and
rapidly stripped the clothes off his body while Trish watched hungrily.
Sandy laid him down on the carpet, positioned herself over his cock and
slid herself onto him with a groan. Then she turned her attention to
Trish, kissing her on the lips for the first time.

Trish didn't resist at all, instead kissing Sandy back
enthusiastically. I guess that answered the question. Trish wasn't
going to be afraid to swing both ways.

Sandy broke the kiss at last and pulled Trish toward Keven. "Sit on his
face and you won't regret it. I didn't bring any condoms so that's it
until later, though. I'm sorry."

"That's okay," Trish said with a smile, stripping off her panties. "I'm
not sure I'm ready for that anyway. Thank you. This means a lot to me."


Keven helped guide her until she was kneeling over his face and kissing
Sandy again. The three of them writhed in pleasure while I watched.

I could see his cock plunge into her every time she sat on him and it
excited me, although I was more fascinated with the reaction of her
pussy than I was in the motion of Kevin's equipment. I got even more
excited when Trish bent down and began sucking on Sandy's breast. Sandy
threw her head back and moaned in pleasure, holding Trish's head right
where she wanted it.

Trish came first, almost screaming as Keven ate her to orgasm while she
ground her pussy into his face. That pushed Sandy over the edge and she
fucked Keven like a madwoman. She seemed to glow as she thrashed in her
orgasm.

Sandy slid off Keven and took him back into her mouth, obviously intent
on sucking him off in front of Trish. Trish slid down beside her and
watched her closely. Sandy's eyes locked on Trish as she pulled Keven
close to the edge. Then she pulled her mouth off and Trish leaned
forward to take the head of Keven's cock into her mouth.

Trish licked and sucked for less than ten seconds when she pulled back
in surprise. The second jet of his come splashed on her face just
before Sandy captured his cock and finished milking him dry with a
groan. Of course, he was writhing and groaning, too. I think he must
have come really hard.

Sandy climbed up Keven and smothered him in kisses while Trish looked
at me.

Trish looked incredibly sexy with his come dripping from her chin. She
swallowed once noisily and licked her lips. "That wasn't so bad," she
admitted aloud.

"Well," a surprised female voice said from the front hall. "I think we
found the Orgy Suite." The voice was familiar to me and it wasn't Lisa.

We all whipped our heads around and stared in shock. Standing there
were Ted, Lisa and our new friends, the Bellers.

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