Backstage, Chloe had fully revived in time to see the stranger make Vixen moan for the first time, an achievement Chloe had tried time and time again ...o fulfill. Vixen had been nice enough to let her keep trying but it seemed futile to try and fail endlessly. It was like the woman was either truly made of glass with no nerve cells at all or Chloe was the absolute worst lover on the planet. All she really wanted to do was bring the goddess pleasure, to gain some kind of approval from the woman. Girls who had stared in fear (and sometimes awe) earlier in the day were barely hiding giggles as they passed. Others looked puzzled, sometimes whispering to the gigglers. Linda had a pretty good idea what was going on.As usual, their approach quieted the room. Once it was clear that no adults were coming, the sounds of enjoyment returned. She noticed that the girls were passing around books by Baum, and a variety of others. She went around behind one of the apparently reading girls, and found. " said Valerie Mother. I held her hand as she got on her knees in front of my cock. She was inches from my cock poking her in the eye. She looked up to see the bottom of my cock. My naked balls sat there as she looked me up and down. She put her hands in the grass to steady her balance. Her jeans were so tight she could not move. Her heels finally fell out as she moved up on her knees toward me. She then looked at her daughter who was still holding her big breast. Her nipples poked through her. I’ll tell you about a sexy little game one of my ex-boyfriends came up with. We called it, story time. He would stroke me while I read aloud erotic stories and we’d see how far I’d get before coming.”“What sexy stories?” he asked. “Did he have a collection?”“No, but there was a website -- an authors’ cooperative and one author in particular who wrote lesbian erotica he liked to hear. He’d bring it up on his iPad and I’d read from it. Maybe I can find it on my phone.”“I’ll get it.” Ron hopped.