“Let’s make love!” Lannie gasped.“Lannie, I just got home,” Susan exclaimed. “I’m tiredand I want to sit dow... and relax before I have to makedinner.”Lannie’s face fell and she looked pouty anddisappointed.“Moooom,” she whined.“Lannie, later on we can…fool around, okay?”“C’mon,” Lannie whined, gripping Susan’s hand andpulling it up under her crop top.Susan felt the heat of her breast, felt. Celia had walked out of the cafe onto State Street, so I turned the other way, toward the Elm Street exit. I had no idea where I was going, only that I needed to walk in the crisp autumn air to clear my head and get my thoughts and feelings organized a little. An hour later I was still walking aimlessly, up and down unfamiliar streets. The houses looked well lived in, with mature shrubbery and trees in their front yards, and I realized that the placid scene had calmed me down. But by then I had. That new sensation was amazingly delicious. Lydia closed her eyes, sucked her top lip under her teeth and rolled her ass up to increase the friction of her wet cunt-lips against Tom's cock. Her puffy membranes were soaking Tom with slickness too.She could guess the young guide was as excited as she. Droplets of perspiration splashed from his forehead down her face and upper chest. Even in the increasing darkness Lydia could see Tom's eyes dance mischievously and excitedly in his handsome head. She sat down right on top of a laughing panda with her ass right on his happy face. I pulled her to the edge of the bed with her legs slightly spread open exposing her similar panda decorated panties. I knew she had a thing for the rare animals but it almost bordered on the obsessive.Her delicious mouth-watering mound of paradise was no longer hidden from my lust-filled eyes."Pretend I am one of your pandas, little sister."I crooned huskily into her ear as I sank to my knees in front of her.