Oh but I'm so wet and if I go over there he might even be able to smell how excited I am. This is so confusing. Damn, I should be more assertive. I'll...stop them. No, after all what is he really doing? He hasn't even really kissed her yet."As if Ric could read Francesca's mind, that was exactly the next thing he did. It was a gentle kiss, but sexual just the same. It didn't stay gentle for long as Christa's mind exploded to the sensations. Her pent up desires had been a little too pent up. This. No sooner were they alone and the women whisked off their clothes and went to the bedroom burying their faces in each other’s muffs. Practice makes perfect at they knew what each other liked it was not long for them to bring each other to orgasm. Only when they had each had a climax did they lay back to chat and fondle tits and pussy.“So, she didn’t seem fussed about testing to keep the tarts clean.”“No, I think she was thinking professionally and not that it was her neighbours. I wonder if we. Hers was Muffy and mine was Fluffy, aspin-off on the kid's rabbit story. Putting on the 4-inch high-heelblack pumps, it was hard to keep my enhanced breasts from falling outof the bunny suit. With shoes on, we were just about the same heightand looked like sisters. Sara couldn't have been happier, squealing andhugging me as we stood side-by-side in front of the mirror. All shecould think about was how good our costumes looked and how pleased Hughwould be with his bunnies. All I could think. "With those words, I knew that I really was helpless. I could feel thetears streaming down my cheeks as I buried my face against the back ofthe sofa."A-ah, shit. I'll fix this, hold on." I could hear the tell talescratching of the nib on the sketchbook. With a soft plop, he dropped thesketchbook on the table, and sat back down. I felt him rest his hand onmy thigh. "Hey, don't worry. Everything's gonna' be fine," he assured,moving in close.I brought my face up from the couch, and looked into.