She dropped her backpack onto the middle of the living room floor and then fell back on the couch, musing the pillows I had fluffed and pulling the bl...nket half off the top of the couch. “Oh, I am tired. We were up all night.” Her eyes flicked to me, widened. “What are you wearing, Melody?”“My new outfit,” I said, head straight. I hoped she saw the choker about my neck, though I doubt she would understand the significance.“Jesus, Dad, you never let me wear a skirt that short.”“You’ve never been. Her panties were tugged to one side, and her lips were puffy and slick with her juices.I reached my hands around to grab her ass and lifted my head, running my tongue between her lips and pushing inside. Her creamy taste covered my tongue and flooded my senses. As I pushed inside her, she continued swirling and sucking on me, a feedback loop of lust and pleasure.I licked down and circled her clit several times, and delighted in the sounds she made when I did. Then I licked back up and pushed. Again, Debby started easy and changed the tempo of her strokes in a steady and slow rise which matched Diane's pleasure.As she descended into tender delight, Diane remembered why she was doing this. She found the energy stream and coaxed it over the link to Debby. She hoped that is what she had done; everything which she thought she knew suddenly seemed so abstract. She forced herself not to second-guess and went with what felt right.Debby squirmed against her and let out a soft sigh. "I can. His panties continued to tent as he walked a walk of shame.Vickie arrived at Art Class a few minutes late but took a seat at the rear of the room. On the blackboard were written several bulleted lines under the heading all in caps: LIFE CLASS THEME SUGGESTIONS. The students had be shouting out ideas of what themes were best to express human frailty or beauty through female or male nude art work.Suggestions included:Feminine Modesty,Embarrassed Naked Female,Siren-Slut,Stripping and.