She wriggled and triedto sit up but I pushed her down. “Hush, my love,” Isaid softly. “Do nothing, say nothing.”I slid her pan...ies down and lowered my head between herlegs, searching for her. I burrowed into her with mymouth and my tongue, my nose thrusting through her lushand wiry pubic hair. Wait. Hang on. Whoa. Lush andwiry? I stopped and lifted my head into the blacknight.“Oh God,” said a deep and husky female voice I did notrecognise. “Don’t. "Oh, madame," said the count, when Valentine had left the room, "was it on my account that you sent Mademoiselle de Villefort away?" By no means," replied the young lady quickly; "but this is the hour when we usually give M. Noirtier the unwelcome meal that sustains his pitiful existence. You are aware, sir, of the deplorable condition of my husband's father?" Yes, madame, M. de Villefort spoke of it to me--a paralysis, I think." Alas, yes; the poor old gentleman is entirely helpless; the mind. She was embarrassed. As soon as the scene was over, she looked over at Monica, to see how she would react to all the lesbian love. Monica had her head down and eyes closed and was exhaling deeply. She'd been doing this a lot lately. She'd always say it was because she was tired.Sure enough, Monica confirmed. "Hey, Rachel... I'm pretty tired sweetie. Are you gonna be all right by yourself? I know you said you didn't want to be alone, but you seem a lot better now... and if you need anything, you. It felt so good I could feel my dick getting even harder, it wasn't just the way she was stroking it."Go down on your knees and give him some kissing, he'd love that" I told her.She lowered herself down and gave him a light peck. Then there was a flurry of kisses all round him, followed by the tip of a wet tongue running round the head.She kept this up for a few moments before slowly sliding my dick head into her tiny mouth.I felt her hot saliva dribbling down my shaft as she slowly slid his.