His nametag said “Austin.”“I’m doing great, now,” I said, peeling two bucks out of my wallet and handing them to him. I managed to prolong t...e moment when my fingers touched the palm of his hand, as if a message, Da Vinci like, might flicker from my libido to his in a subtle bolt of desire. If he noticed, I couldn’t tell. Meanwhile, the woman to my left exhausted her trove of excuses for delaying and finally headed for the door, probably to go home, throw herself on the bed, lube up the dildo. From there I went to the kitchen, filled up my drink bottle with purified water from the fridge and ran out the back door checking my watch as I went. I still had time to get to Station Street; this was my main reason for getting out of bed in the morning - apart from the exercise of course.I ran up the hill at the eastern end of Cotton Way and headed towards the park entrance. From there I headed towards the northern end of the park which exited onto May Close, Station Street and the young. Her more prudent twin cast a surprised eye at her, but dared not do anything but continue the same treatment as before, her tongue fluttering over the stiff nipple as her lips sucked softly. Emi's hand crept up to her saliva-moist, free breast and began caressing it. The other hand wrapped around her sister's neck and she began to gently fondle and massage the back of Rosa's head and hair."Ohh," Emilie whispered, her eyes closed and her face painted with a lustful blush. "Keep going like that.. I pushed my tongue deeper inside her cunt, running my upper front teeth across her clit as I licked inside her. When I felt her back arch, I flicked my tongue back and forth across her swelling clit as fast as I could. Francine’s orgasm rose quickly to a climax, and she called out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” more vocally than was usual for her. The outburst must have given Margaret a start. “Oh, my,” I heard her whisper.In a minute or two Francine’s breathing slowed to a more normal pace. She slid to the.