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Lemon House: Bill's Story (Part 2 of 2)

Date: 6/19/2016, Categories: Bisexual, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

back to the house. It was a very quick run. He was puffing and sweating when he got back. Nothing had changed. Fleur still absent, Stephanie staring at her antique sex books. She looked up at him and smiled, lifted her face to his kiss. She shivered half way through it. Shit, he thought, she’s crying. He pulled away, cupping her cheeks as she looked up at him, eyes huge and imploring. But no tears at least. “Love? What’s up?” She closed her eyes, trembled, and gasped. “Oh Gggod!” She burst and grabbed the desk, twitching and… No way. Stephanie shuddered, eyes screwed shut, and from under the desk came a muffled chuckle. Well he had found Fleur. Stephanie leapt in her seat, squealing “Too much! Stop stop stop!” and the woman appeared, dishevelled and laughing. “Bonjour!” She said brightly, and put her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips to his. He stiffened in her embrace, unsure where to put his hands. Her lips were big, soft and slippery as hell from Stephanie. It felt… great. He licked his lips. “You taste of my wife.” “Isn’t she delicious?” Fleur said, twisting around and leaning back against him. Both of them watched her, flushed and wriggling her knickers back up, adjusting her skirt. “Very,” he said, and Fleur sniggered. Stephanie drilled her eyes up at him. Not looking. Smouldering. “I will make breakfast. You, Monsieur, must shower.” Fleur wandered away. What a great ass that woman has. Was he allowed to think that now? He saw Stephanie’s eyes, narrowed, ... locked to it to. She caught his eye and mouthed silently, “Lovely bottom!” He took that as a yes. # After his shower, he found the girls outside at the stone table with a pile of bread, fruit and coffee. Just eating. They grinned as he sat down between them, a chair set for him at the head of the table. He sensed some stage management here. Fleur buried her nose in his neck and breathed in. “Bon.” She said and gave him a coffee. Stephanie reached over and squeezed his hand, sparkling as if to say. “Who knows what might happen?” She was unusually dressed he realised, in a light floral skirt and white top. No black. She looked lovely. “So,” Fleur said, dusting crumbs off her fingers and mouth still full of croissant, “Stephanie is one ahead of us I think, Bill.” “You lying cow!” Stephanie raised her eyebrows at her friend, “Like you haven’t done yourself already today. I heard you puffing away under the table, you always cum doing me!” Fleur shrugged. “That should not count, me doing me. Bill what do you think?” Bill squirmed. Stephanie kissed his cheek. “Oh poor boy, listen to us. When he hasn’t cum in ages!” Fleur’s jaw dropped, over reacting it seemed. Was it that incredible? “What? Not even?” She shook her fist in the air. Bill squirmed again. “I’ve been saving it. We’ve been-“ “But there is a large supply of this stuff, I think, no? You don’t need to…” She shook her head. Bill guessed restraint wasn’t something she was familiar with. She downed her coffee and waggled her ...