10-3 Bindi comes to stay - Sex Stories

10-3 Bindi comes to stay

... One day soon, fill yourselves up to the brim, cover me all over with your champagne, and help me wash it out. Steve, I know you were watching the girls do the same that day, but you were too polite or too gentlemanly to ask to join in. This is your chance. And 3 days later we did exactly that to her.

To finish, it was Margey's turn to receive as we both cleaned her up. The girl was especially enchanted by her full and plump breasts. Bindi then applied her fingers to her clit, inserted some fingers, then balled her hand into a small fist and pushed that in too. As Margey peed a finale, the younger one cupped her hands and collected it, splashing it onto her own face and boobs

Bindi was a bit like Chris: even though she had her studies, she helped out a lot around the house. Doing the laundry together with her two 'sibling' friends, thus taking Franny's place: stacking/unstacking the dishwasher; and occasionally cooking genuine Indian meals. Beth and Suze learned a lot from her, and it went on to reap dividends later. She did it not to curry favour with us (no pun intended), she was just a nice girl.

Unfortunately, doing the gardening and mowing the lawn reverted back to me. (Yah-boo-sucks!) And I had to pay someone to look after the pool every week.

The Indian girl started asking me into her room more and more often, without the other two being present or even aware of it, I think. I checked with Margey, but she said she thought her parents' religion forbade any ...

... kind of birth control. So if she just wanted to see me spurt and drink the jism, as long as she washed up straightaway, she saw no harm.

Speaking of the pool, she confided in me that she could not swim. Margey was not a strong swimmer and hardly ever went in, only to cool off really on a hot day.

As I was the only one to have time, I offered to teach her. Our first lesson, I got in and she gingerly followed. Like in the shower, she had to put up her hair very carefully and bind it tight into a swimming cap, or the weight of it when fully wet would drag her down and prevent her from floating.

I put my arms underneath her as she floated on her back, and then on her front, being chivalrous throughout.

Unfortunately, Little Miss Chinese Sassy (aka Sandy) came by at that moment and made some jibe about "responsible adults", despite giving me a warm hug, a big kiss on the lips, and a whole load of tongue, which (sort of) softened the barb. Luckily, it was all lost on Bindi who didn't know what sassiness was.

Sandy apologised for her intrusion. She was hoping to do a whole load of practice lengths with a view to making the swim team. (She seemed to have given up on football, which was a shame, as I only went to the matches to see her massive knockers bounce up and down when she ran. Another life pleasure gone.) I told her she was welcome to come back later, and a "responsible adult" would be on hand to watch her in case she had any issues with her period. Got a thump on ...