I lean in. When I get near her, she catches the back of my head, and I feel her whisper at my ear. Like tickling feathers, her breathy words make me s...iver. ‘You are such a … cunt tease!’ she tells me shaking her head. She starts to pull back then pulls me back to her mouth ‘I’m going to the bathroom, be right back.’ I nod. I sit listening to the music thinking about her for the most part. I watch the other people in the club. Most are my age or just a little younger. I notice River making her. The fingers fanning and feathering Sarah’s outer lips and then the inner lips as they made their way to the entrance of her molten core. I traced the opening with a delicately light touch of my index finger, tracing and drawing her own moisture down onto that sensitive patch of skin between her downy muffin and her proud little brown puckering rose bud. When my tongue repeated the same tracing and then circled and dabbed at that rose bud, I thought Sarah was going to take flight as her hands. That got a bit awkward when she had started haver her periods and had to store tampons in there, but Brian had just played it by ear, knowing 1. Not to tough them, and 2. Not to try and put them up his butt. Kasey closed the door and turned on the water. She took off her shirt, revealing her soft, A-cup breasts. She looked at them in the mirror, wishing they were just a little bit bigger…….but that wasnt important. She took off her PJ bottoms and panties, and stepped into the shower. She slowly. "That's my husband's. He wouldn't let me touch his stuff." Helen sneaked up from behind which stunned Greg a little."But the computer table's so clean." Greg said as he observed.Helen laughed and explained that her husband never got on the computer, while she used the internet almost everyday."You got a messenger account or something?" Greg asked as he walked out of the room and went to the next.This was the master bedroom. It was neat and clean like the living room, though the bed looked a tad.