There she saw Kelly Ann sitting obediently on the counter, top down around her stomach, skirt hiked up around her waist, with her legs spread and blue...goop covering her thighs and crotch. Janice smirked lasciviously. What more could you possibly ask for?Janice and Samantha knelt in unison and began to clean the pie filling off Kelly’s thighs and crotch. Just at that moment Betty Ann walked into the kitchen in search of a glass of water to quench the thirst she’d been working up in Kat’s room.. I might as well have discovered gold! I carefully lifted them from her hamper, held them in front of me and admired them. They were soft and silky and I could just imagine looking at the fleshy butt and hairy mound that they had been wrapped around a few hours earlier. I looked inside them as I held the waistband open and saw that they had a built-in pad where her cunt would be, and what is this! Some yellow spots of a fluid substance were plainly visible in the center of the white material.. ”“Don’t be catty.”“Sorry. I’ve been reading and think I’ve another side to bite into.”“Tell me. But try not to mix too many metaphors.”“OK. Anyway, I was looking at Williams’ old book Television [1974]. He says [she read] ‘The photograph is in one sense a popular extension of the portrait’. But that’s only true in a very limited sense. I think people in general took far more photos of places – houses, trees, mountains – than of people. Think of post cards. People go to the shore or to a park. Vivid images run through your mind recalling some of the online chat experiences. You involuntarily gasp and moan slightly at their recollection. He tells you to get on your hands and knees, and then he kneels behind you stroking your ass cheeks with his hands. He starts by kissing your ass cheeks first the left then the right. From your chats you know that he is about to lick you. You feel his face going in between your legs and he wraps his lips around your clitoris. He flickers his.