”“Great!” Todd said. He squatted down next to the seated Emma and held his cell phone out.“Say cheese!” he said. Emma gave a big toothy grin...as he snapped the photo.Todd’s BMW pulled into “Bella Vista,” a local Italian restaurant. He handed the keys to the valet and ran around to Emma’s side to help her out of the car.“Hello, Mr. Todd!” said the Maitre’ D that greeted them warmly at the front door. “So good to see you again!”“Good evening, Giovanni. And I told you not to call me ‘Mr!’” Todd. ” Helen said, surprise and a touch of concern filling her voice. “What’s the matter?”“N-nothing!” Jason said, his voice higher pitched than normal. His eyes darted around the room, looking for a way out. If he hadn’t heard her car, what would she have walked in on?“It doesn’t look like nothing.” His mother said, coaxingly. “What’s wrong?”Jason just mutely shook his head. He knew he looked guilty and flushed, but didn’t know what to do.“Is it - is it Sarah?” Helen asked hesitantly. “Did. I could feel her every vibration along the entire length of my cock. As though of a single mind our passion accelerated toward oblivion.This time we orgasmed as a single entity, our hands twisted together, welded to the shaking headboard. We collapsed in a heap, heaving for oxygen. Gradually we relaxed into one another, this perfection of satisfied selves. I felt a sense of awe at this new discovery of sensual pleasure. Emma looked at me in shared amazement, both of us understanding this new. And Michele gladly did. Just like sucking cock Michele took to eating pussy like a natural. Using her tongue she serviced Latrice's entire labia, then moved up to her clit. Michele knew from masturbation how sensitive the clit was and just as she suspected Latrice loved this. "Yea, lick that clit girl, lick that clit good!"Latrice had squatted on Michele's face so that her asshole was just over her nose. Latrice purposely did this to further dominate Michele. "Put that tongue up into my pussy.