Beth chewed her lip. The scent of George, and herself, still in her nostrils, the tastes on her tongue. She was surprised to feel a flicker of annoyance at George and his suggestion to curtail Vicki's pleasure. Whether it was the girls together thing, her feelings for beautiful redhead, or the deep currents from the past she didn't know. Surely there was hardly anything more intimate, more connecting than what George and she just did, why was she feeling slightly the opposite - disconnected and separate? Even their kiss, it had seemed she was just.....<br/><br/>She told herself to put aside her uncertainties, but she still felt like going her own way, "I don't think I agree with you George, poor Vicki has waited the longest, perhaps she deserves a treat. Perhaps we should all..."<br/><br/>She grinned across at Vicki, loving the sexual pleasure written plain on her face, her own body responding to the show. "I dare you get all of us to make you cum Vicki, tell us what to do and try not to cum for as long as possible with all of us pleasuring you." Beth laughed, "Take control Vicki and make us your the servants of your pleasure."<br/><br/>She didn't dare look at George, not sure how he would take being ordered around by his wife, and Beth going against his wishes and giving his wife the experience of so much sensual input. What woman wouldn't love that many hands on her body, and perhaps quite a few men would worry about such a corner being turned....... unless Vicki and George had turned this corner already....?