I took a finger and entered her, moving in and out. Then a second finger, prodding into her. I lowered my face to her mound. Flicking my tongue out, ... circled around her edges. Using her breathing and noises as a guide, I settled at the top. My tongue alternating between quick, darting motions and long strokes in and out. I pulled apart her lips and found her pearl. I began to gently massage it with my fingers.“Oh fuck…that’s it right there…mmmm…Fuck yeah…Keep doing it right. But now there was no question of any problems of that sort.Harvey seemed very attracted to Selma and it seemed a mutual one. Betty had even overhear him telling her about a modeling job he might have for her. Selma's eyes had lit up at the prospects, and Betty got the feeling that when she and Doug faded out of the picture, they wouldn't be missed too much, at least by Harvey and Selma. She probably would miss Jean, but knew that she wouldn't go on seeing her. Jean, too, was taken with Selma,. “So we strip em, set em, and clip em all in a single motion?” Cindy said with a smile.“Yep. You push one button to drop the blade and it reloads for the next automatically. Faster than even the clippers in the production room”. Kim responded with a smile. “I got the idea for the design from the Dallas, Texas Swift premium plant. I got to tell you, though, this is going to be messy. Having no table to secure the body means a lot of chicken walking after separation, and the head will be going. To answer his question, I scooted forward slightly, the grit like sandpaper under my already tenderized knees. Ignorant of any discomfort, I rose up on my knees and did yet one more thing I had never done before. I reached for the button on another guy's pants.He was wearing cut-off blue jeans that had been cut very short to show off his good looking muscular legs. Watching me knowingly, he made no movement as I opened the button, and then carefully lowered his zipper. The top of his pants.