To the contrary, I was moved to speak to her, to befriend her, to woo her.But then on the weekends, when I saw Annabelle, I was confused. She clearly...thought of me as her one and only, and when we were fingering and slobbering over each other in the back seat of the car, I didn't see the need for another girl in my life. Except—well, when I was sucking and mauling Annabelle's tiny titties, I wondered what it might be like to play with some slightly bigger boobs—say, Belinda's, for instance. . He looks at me and sucks hard. I moan loudly, my legs wanting desperately to close. “Shhh, Love; keep still and don’t come until I say you can.”His tongue enters me and curls inside me. And back to my clit, his tongue circles around it, sucking it into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles until my legs are trembling. His hand reaches up and grabs my breast, squeezing roughly.”Do. Not. Come.” He laps his tongue inside me again, raises himself over me, and kisses me. His tongue pushes past my lips and. She continued licking me as my hot pussy quickly began melting the cubes. Soon she was drinking the combination of melted ice and my juices from my pussy. With a long lick the length of my body her mouth was meeting with mine, her cold tongue and lips verses my hot tongue and lips, plus, added to it, the taste of my pussy on her mouth. I pulled her tight to me as she pressed down on me harder. I love kissing her. She broke from our kiss and grabbed the bottle of chocolate syrup. With a naughty. ‘Cut it up, out with it!’ Clara shook her head ‘yes’ and actually cut the bra into pieces, putting it into a bag that Charity had brought with her. ‘Very, very, very nice breasts, Clara! Shouldn’t hide them in ugly clothes,’ Charity commented to a blushing Clara, and taking time to run her palm across Clara’s breasts and nipples, getting yet another ‘Ohh!’ from Clara in the process. Clara smiled at the compliment and said a quiet ‘thank you’, she was frankly feeling overwhelmed here but not.