They all sat around talking for a while, still nude. The girls sat together on the couch, giggling as both men stared openly at their very different b...t sexy bodies. They both made taking a drink an exercise in stretching their charms erotically, and once when Tammy spilled a little coke, Mim leaned over and licked it off her tit with eyes looking at the two men. Never taking their eyes off the two vixens, Jimmy and Billy talked about computers, and the local college. Mim realized as she. The edges and corners matched perfectly.She opened her lips in expectation.Harry's tongue darted inside her wet mouth in an augenblick. So swift to the bulls-eye.Harry explored every corner of her mouth with his greedy tongue. Ribbons of saliva ran down her chin and splashed naughtily on her aroused nipples. He could hear her little whimpers of passion.They were music to his ears.Her mouth, her lips, her tongue were a violin he played with a frenzied passion. She gasped for air, but sucked in. He didn’t pull away. With his hand still on her face, his lips parted and his tongue came out to invite hers out to meet. She greeted his tongue gently with hers, and they both retreated back to their own mouths, but then came out to meet again, gingerly, softly rubbing into each other, then becoming more daring, circling and caressing each other. The kiss grew in passion and intensity as his hand slid down to her bottom and pulled her in closer. She completely lost herself in the kiss, giving. I was beginning to take an intense dislike towards Marc, who had left me with no loopholes. Yet I waited, on my knees, starting to feel normal again as the cold and the pangs of my orgasm ebbed away. Marc bent down and to put what looked like a dog collar around my neck. Without thinking, I backed away, out of reach. Tom grabbed my hair and pulled me back into position. "No!" I yelled. "I’m not a fucking dog!" I held my hands in front of my throat. "Down," Marc scolded, and both he and.