My fingers dug into Angela’s hips and ass holding her steady as I lapped at her pussy again and again using the wide flat surface of my tongue to sl...de over the top of her clit getting maximum contact. I lessened the pressure and Angela’s cries softened and became whimpers and sighs interspersed with heavy breathing and Angela gasping for air. It was a beautiful and orgasm and I really enjoyed Angela’s young body as it became lost and consumed in her own lust and need. Her frenzy abating she. . or whether you’ll get any sleep at all. Sometimes, your partners can be pretty demanding and you also can get really worked up.”All four women backed away slightly, then the one whose nametag read ‘Olive’ said, “There’s got to be more to this place than that?” She sounded insistent but entertained by the conversation.Dave nodded and then repeated many of the characteristics of the Circle’s culture that Ginny Fuller had called out only a week or so earlier.Olive asked, “What do you mean by. And the best thing he found was to spend the day watching random old movies with the women he fawned upon.Maybe five or six movies he watched and then, by night, he found himself bored and turned off the TV. After doing what he had do, he went to his suite to sleep when he heard something.What it was? He when turned around, thinking it was a fly. It wasn’tAnd then the noise became louder…“Lumière… Lumière”He turned around once again.“Who is there? Nicolet? Are you here?”“Lumière…”It was a. We’ve known each other since we were teenagers. My story takes place in the late seventies. It was March, you know that time of year when spring isn’t here yet; you’re sick of winter and just getting over the February blahs. My wife had left the previous December and taken our son with her. Something about needing to find herself, and oh “Merry Christmas dear!” Bah Humbug! Scott and Clare knew I was feeling low so they organized a party at my place. After all I had the space now and no one.