"Again, no shit?" I wondered. "No shit. I just saw you right there, and I took you. When I first met you, I thought you were a goddess among women. Wi...h your curly brown hair, and eyes. Since then, you have just turned into like the sexiest woman on the planet. I have no idea how you aren't a model, so I guess it has just been pure jealousy," she told me. "I'm sorry, I'm just stuck on the part about you going two years without sex. Is that even humanly possible?" I asked. "Well, I guess so. How. After blowing a huge load in the shower I was much more relaxed leaving the house but still a little nervous.When I arrived at her apartment, I knocked on the door and when she opened it she had this red and white checkered Spring sundress on. It was low cut in front and back exposing the top of her C cup breasts and the back was cut so low that it was right above her panty line. Her hair and make up looked amazing and I just stood there in awe of her. The words beautiful and stunning just. It felt unbelievably good to wear the familiar outfit of her youth. Though 36 now, she fit the size 6 cords as though she had worn them yesterday. Her weight had shifted somewhat over the years, but she still tipped the scales at 115 pounds. Not many 36-year-old’s could say that, she thought. Dropping onto the edge of the dais, she slipped on her boots and laced them tight.“Siri, please confirm my iPhone carries enough charge to complete this mission.”“The phone is unnecessary for communication. I palmed her how empty lips, but lightly slapped over her hood and exposed clitoris. “Oh!” she cried in surprise at this different sensation in her most sensitive place.Alice ground her hips back to me, clearly near the edge, gasping “Ah, ah,” with each hip thrust. Stephanie’s mews were the lower pitch ones that indicated deep arousal. I stepped up the pace of the pistoning and the pussyslapping, and was rewarded by both girls going off together, their cries and odors mingling. The sensations.