They passionately French-kissed with Denise taking control over most of the action.Michelle enjoyed submitting to Denise, but rarely did Denise submit...to her, preferring to be on the dominant end. Both were bi-sexual, preferring women."Mmm Mmm," said Michelle, as Denise continued, then stoped for a minute."Girl, you got the best tongue action in captivity." Want some more?" Please!"They locked lips again and continued kissing.The phone rang."Shit," said Denise, answering it, with Michelle,. But in her altered state of chemically induced madness, she was insatiable. The men went to the living room to sit and Leila went around on her knees trying to suck one cock after another back to life. She succeeded. The second round took place in a bedroom, where she was on her back getting fucked while she angled her head to one side to suckle, slurp and giggle at any cock that came near her lips. Her sex marathon lasted four hours and the entire date kept her with Ace and his crew for seven. “Fuckin’ hate rain,” growled Bumfelt, wiping the rain from his face with the back of a hand. “I love it,” smiled Fingerdoo, running a hand through her wet tangle of hair, then tracing a hand across one of her breasts. “I like getting wet.” Bumfelt kissed her, tongues pushing hard against one another. Probing and searching. “All kinds of wet,” she whispered, hitching her skirt up, tracing a finger over her lace panties, slipping it inside. Her other hand rubbed at Bumfelt’s cock. “Do me here,”. She watches as he wets his hands, picks up a lump of clay and tosses it onto the wheel. He then pours a little water on the clay. The wheel starts in motion, and Meg watches as he forms the spinning clay with his hands. The clay beneath John's fingers seems to magically transform itself, from a shapeless blob into a graceful pot.John asks Meg if she is ready to try and make something. John has her to wet her hands. With both her husband and John watching, Meg reaches into the crock holding the.