Pat and Jennifer Ch. 05

"I've got to go," Pat said, distracting me from my reverie, as my tongue circled his cock again.

"In the shower," Richard suggested, and his hand tousled my hair. Did he want me to make him come again - to try to? It didn't seem like his cock did. But then I heard the splash of Pat's stream in the shower, and he said:

"I've got to go, too."

I nodded and raised my head. His cock didn't really flop down, as we smirked at each other. I let go of his balls, and he turned to the washbasin.

We took turns washing ourselves, chuckling mildly as we watched each other. I was last. When I had dried myself, Richard's glances went from me to Pat, darting to our breasts and pussies, then he grinned and remarked:

"Pretty pussies," reminding me that our shaven pussies were new to him. Pat snickered with a grin and replied:

"Just those of two preteens."

"Good thing that I didn't know about them what I do now," he replied with a grin.

"Us too," Pat and I agreed in unison, and we all laughed.

"Beers," I said, and we left the bathroom.

When I turned on the light in the living room, I remembered my thought while my tongue had been savoring his cock. I chuckled and remarked:

"I was thinking back there that I was having my dessert - yours too, Pat."

She smirked and replied:

"Hmm! So that's the kind of hostess you are: first claiming you are a deprived one; then that you really don't have dessert for us, but then not telling us what you really wanted for your dessert until you had scarfed up the only helping."

We all laughed again. When I playfully slapped Pat's ass, she slapped mine - more laughter - and he slapped both of ours. When his arms drew us all closer, Pat's and mine slid around him. We all hummed and then kissed each other. Pat's and my tongues caressed each other as eagerly as they did Richard's tongue.