And in order to record faithfully what happened without exaggeration it must necessarily be told in a fragmentary way. I woke up in a hospital bed, ...ut I was not in a hospital. The room was pink and decorated in an understated but quite unmistakably feminine fashion. There were large paintings on the wall--flowers and such--all done in soft-focus pastel colors. There was a shelf with antique dolls in elaborate what I later learned were called antebellum costumes. Across the room I saw an. I could feel the wetness quickly building between my thighs. He also could feel my wetness when his fingers gently touched my moist pussy. As two thick fingers slid into me, BJ used his thumb to play with my clit. My arousal was obvious to both BJ and the camera. Eventually, George apologized for asking us to pause so that he could get a different angle. He also wanted to get a few minutes of us doing oral. Moving in position only took a minute and soon BJ had his head between my legs. The. Marcyobediently followed suit, wrapping her hand around the base and slowlysliding it all the way up to the swollen deep purple head. She couldn'treally explain it, but it felt even bigger than it looked. The way itpulsed in her hand simply felt scary. How the hell was she ever going toblow this thing? It was so girthy that she hoped she could even just wrapher lips around it.Brian was also embarrassed to have his cock felt up in a way that lookedlike it was someone touching a cock for the. It was the only invitation needed as my tongue ventured inside of her mouth beginning that beautiful tug-of-war the French were so smart to invent. I picked her up and placed her on the counter. Overcome with need, and want, from being starved of love, I flipped her sundress over my head as she leaned back. My tongue slithered from clit to perineum and back again to her already throbbing clit. I tasted her on my tongue, wondering if she was playing with herself before we began this, or did she.