Before me stood a young woman with shoulder-length pink hair. She was beautifully nude, and man did she have a body that most women would kill for.The...e was, however, the matter of her tongue, which lolled from her mouth to just below her chin. It made her look kind of goofy.“Lickitung, use Power Whip!”Christ, no need to shout. Everyone can hear you just fine, I thought.The pink-haired girl extended her tongue way past the point where tongues are supposed to go. Then again, she also just came. ”“Is that where you’re from? You’re a foreigner?” Sheseemed enchanted by the thought.“No. I’m American, but my family was originally fromEgypt.” She helped herself to part of the bench, dramaticallywidened eyes that bore far too much mascara. “That’swhere the Pyramids are, right?” “Among other things, yes.”“And the Sphinx. And the Valley of the Kings. And – oh,what’s the name of the place? Where all. We hadn't talked about it in the uncomfortable silence after having sex that first time. All we did was get dressed and then leave the tree house and woods, seeking someplace more familiar, so we could slide back into something routine and comfortable. We did kiss when we parted. Both of us wanted to do that. But neither of us knew what kind of kiss was appropriate at that point, so it was a somewhat unsatisfying kiss. For both of us, I think.But the next day, when I went outside and saw her. She knelt down and slowly peeled Beverly’s panties down. She could see the wet spot forming on the front of her panties and she smelled the wonderful scent as she pulled the soiled garment away from her. Beverly’s pussy glistened with the dampness she had been holding since they began.“Somebody’s excited!” Becky remarked, “Is all that sweetness for me?”“Yesss...” Beverly moaned.“Mmm...” Becky said “You sure look tasty! Open your legs and let me see if you taste as good as you look!” Beverly.