She moaned at my touch and wriggled beneath me. Lust was rising within me as I kissed and licked my way down her neck. She had ignited an inferno and ...here was only one way for it to be extinguished.I rose up on my knees, gripping the tiny waistband of her red lace panties and slid them down her long silky smooth legs, revealing, not the pretty wet pussy I was expecting but, a stiff little cock and balls. My jaw dropped as I stared in surprise.“What were you expecting hun? You did pick me up in. She had always tried to vary her performances and to do this also limited her appearances, four sessions a week now with a couple of them being a sort of a double shift. Of course she had watched performances from other room hosts and quickly realised that inventiveness was in short supply. Hence the routines and costumes and the teasing, enough chat rooms were staffed by girls, and boys, whose idea of entertaining was to stick something in any and all orifices as quickly as possible. She was. When Jess and Jamie kissed each other at the end of the wedding, it was a truly sensual, erotic kiss that would probably make even the Pope rise to the occasion before condemning it as an abomination. Of course, both brides were pregnant, too. Jess was roughly a month along with my child, while Jamie had been knocked up very recently by Carl, my brother-in-law.His wife, my sister Roxanne, was the matron of honor, and she was also with child ... mine as well, in fact, though Rox and Carl had. ‘I won’t be angry.’ I smiled, still staring. She took her chance to get a kiss, brushing her small lips against my fuller ones, as if she were painting a picture. ‘You are right, Henriette,’ she said. ‘…very nice lips.’ I won a kiss from her then, soft, wet, and sweet. We kissed for a long time. I was lost in her, I hadn’t been touched in months, since Raymond had gone back to America. Every touch made my body shiver, but at the same time, my pussy was as hot as a cauldron. Marie wrapped her.