I couldn't have imagined a better scene than this. In the corner of the room was a full sized bed, decadently decorated, painted, and otherwise altere... by the artist herself. The walls were covered in marvelous paintings depicting women licking women and men with splayed legs and closeups of valleys bursting with pubic hair and mounds glowing bare. Erotic imagery doesn't always turn me on, but these scenes were unbelievable. Looking around the room, I suddenly felt myself get wet, in that. “Hhhhhhmmmmm, I still taste pretty good too don’t I?” He had got the taste of himself off my tongue I guess. I know he has sucked Tony off when we have a MMF or a foursome when Jane and I get together with them both. “Now to add the finishing touches.” He added as he pressed me back to lay on the lounge and he got down between my legs. I knew what was coming. I opened my legs and he put them over his shoulders and pressed his head to the engorged lips of my vagina. “Open wide.” He told me and I. Her mother had promised, and had even gotten up to braid her hair and wash a bowl and spoon to make her breakfast. Susan normally ate whatever she could make for herself on Monday morning—a piece of bread, crackers, cookies if she could find them, with water that she could get from the tap. The milk jug was still too heavy for her to lift. She never went to school on Mondays, but today was the holiday party, and her mother kept her promise, grumbling only a little instead of yelling when Susan. After a couple of drinks, we hit the dance floor. Great clubbing songs were playing, and I made sure to grind all over Chris, having lots of fun.The drinks started kicking in, and all of the grinding on Chris made me start to feel horny. Glancing at his face, this did not seem present to him, though he was much harder to get drunk than I was."I'll be right back," I said to him, trying to hide my tone."Is everything all right?" He asked."Completely fine, just a routine girl mirror check-up," I.