Michele was celebrating her 21st birthday bash, just three months before her wedding. She was staying over at mine so we got dressed there and went ou... on a bender with another ten ladies, all dressed like sluts, in the teasing mode style of dress.Our skirts were ridiculously short enough, to let a man touch our bare thighs above our stockings tops, and see our panties disappear into our thigh gaps, oh yes, we were outraged, but fuck it felt good being fingered in a public place.At the end of. The table dance continued, with Laurie drawing off Katherine’s shirt and slacks, leaving the paler girl in white bra and panties. Their hands moved over each other’s skin, teasing and caressing. Their kisses were languid, but still sensual, deep and passionate, as if they were merely testing their lust for each other. Laurie stepped down from the table, and now it was Katherine’s turn to dance for her. She looked amazing. Of course, she was completely out of my reach, a good friend – a good. “Oh yesss! Oh fuck yes!” you whispered as I scratched at the inner walls of your cunt, still sucking on your clit, my tongue rasping at the little button. I reached up with my free hand and began drawing circles around your left nipple, watching as it stiffened under my teasing touch. Your hand landed atop mine and you squeezed, begging me, “Pull it! Pinch it! Make me cum! Please?” “Your wish is my command,” I replied, kneading the round softness of your breast with one hand, while churning. "Now, the sole."She shifted around, so she was also on her knees, facing away from me. She presented me with the soles of her feet. The light smell filled my nose, and I moaned louder. I'd never used to like feet, but over the past few weeks, with Hope making me kiss her feet again and again, something in my brain had snapped. I'm sure that feet must absolutely radiate with pheromones. Once my mind had realized that, a powerful connection was made. Now the scent of her feet made me drunk with.