" All right! I can hardly wait to get started."She poured Andrea some tea (with milk and sugar, I couldn't help but notice) and we got settled around ...he table. I was curious about Andrea being the model for my first oil portrait but obviously she and Mrs. James had come to some kind of arrangement. I wouldn't have asked but they explained it to me anyway.It seems she had talked with Mrs. James way back in October about something her father wanted. Her mom had left them when Andrea was ten and. After I finish my orgasm, she creeps back up and kisses me, spreading my juices all over my lips. "You're turn now. Just to warn you, I've never licked a pussy so I don't know how good I'll be." Whitney chuckles at me. "Don't worry baby, I'm sure you'll do just fine." With that, I kiss her and slowly make my way down her sleek, sexy little body. I give each breast a peck on its peaks. I kiss all the way down her navel. I lift her hips so I can peel off her shorts to find that she isn't. The wisps of hair that dot the lips are matted with my moisture and I can feel it drip down to my asshole. I take an oiled digit and slide it from my puckered anus back to the bottom of my open cavern. Down, up, in, out, repeat. My hand is awash in my fluid and my pussy feels soft and squishy. It is begging to be filled. I jam two fingers inside myself and twirl a thumb around my slippery clit. I open my mouth and in my mind I strain to get one of their cocks deep down my throat while the other. My legs were nearlystraight up across her chest and on either side of her face. I slid onehand down between my legs and started strumming back and forth across myclit. With her hands on my hips she could control everything more. Andher strokes were getting harder and more frantic. I didn't even want tothink about where the end of that cock must be right then. I was watchingher face and I could see sweat on her forehead and I could hear herbreathing getting more and more ragged. My fingers were.