The journey continues down her rib cage, across her abdomen, a pause so that both of us can share her belly button, then back down to her hips.By the ...ime we’ve nibbled across and down the soft pad of her mound and pressed the sides of her clitoral hood against our tongue-tips, she’s trying hard not to buck, and quivering with the effort. Her juices are quite literally flowing, and while it’s a steady drip rather than rhythmic spurts, I’d guess her total flow can rival than of a man’s. That's why I like going at night, so I can be by myself and do whatever I want.I finished the chapter I was reading while I waited for Mom to anesthetize herself. It took awhile, but eventually I heard her snoring softly, and I knew it was time to go. I put on one of my favorite 'little girl' outfits, a striped skirt that barely covered my cute little tush, and an old Disney World T-shirt that was a size too big for me. I really like that skirt, not just because it lets me show off my legs and. Her friend stroked me excellently and even sucked it a bit. She fitted a condom on me and I was just about to enter my girlfriend when the doorbell rang. Shit! It was my girlfriend’s cousin who had come by to visit. I wouldn’t have minded throwing her in the mix, but she’s married and wouldn’t have been amenable to such an arrangement. She was told to come back in ten minutes and we hurried to finish the job. Taking off the condom and laying it on the floor, the friend really began jerking me. I wanted and would demand, if necessary, that they serve me endless supplies of cum, inside, outside, everywhere. I looked at myself once more, slipped on heels to make my legs look tighter for my entrance, then walked down the hall. Greg was ready,"Hey guys, here's my friend Candy. She says she wants to party." I was met with a chorus of,"Hi Candy." Although John may have whispered,"Holy shit." I quickly surveyed the room. Pete was sitting on a chair, not as tall as Greg, nicely built, similar.