Roma was on the move again too; more relaxed than when I'd last seen her, but beneath the cloak of her mother's skirt, Megan was undoubtedly back to work between Roma's legs. I was again entranced until Heather's voice broke in: "I'm sure you'll get your turn, but there's no space for you over there at the moment Craig..."
Heather continued as I returned my attention to the bed; she was again speaking over her shoulder: "So you might as well get that c**k out of your jeans before it bursts out itself; I've got a hole that's aching for some attention." In lewd emphasis of those words, Heather reached her hands behind herself and parted her buttocks.
Rather than revealing a tightly closed rosebud, the entrance to Heather's arse looked relaxed and... used; had one of my sons sampled that de
