Catching herself in the act, she froze.From between her legs she brought her hand up to her mouth. Without thinking she slid the wet fingers between h...r lips. She could hardly believe it. She was sucking her fingers of her own volition. They didn't taste bad. Not sweet. Kind of savoury. She had the thought that they tasted like sex.She wanted sex.She wanted the intimacy... And the skin... She wanted the tastes and the smells... The feel of a body, desiring hers... Confirmed with words, limbs. All over her rear he kissed, his hands stroking her legs. He kissed down her valley, till he reached her little forbidden orifice and flicked his tongue against it and into it, her legs almost buckling as he then flicked at her pink, wet lips, pushing his tongue into her, again and again. “Yes” she cried and groaned as his tongue probed deeper, tasting her wetness, lapping at her, sucking her swollen pink lips into his mouth. She pushed back against him as his tongue delved ever deeper. The. Bart dragged his attention back to the women in front of him - not that he had ever let go of Bridgette. He still didn't know the names of either of them. The fat dark-haired girl - oh, hold it - Shannon? - was a complication. Well, perhaps the rules would remove the problem... "There is only one rule, actually," Bart declared. "What I say goes. Period."Shannon blinked. "That's a serious rule." I'm serious about it," Bart replied. "Break it and see what happens." What's the flip side?" Shannon. Did mother help you?’‘Yesss!’ Jenny whispered. ‘She helped, but only after Idid it to myself. It must be in our genes.’ Belinda laughed and at that Lena ushered the pair ofgorgeously gowned people into ‘her’ spacious drawingroom. There, in front of a warm log fire was a low tableset with drinks and nibbles, ready for whatever was tocome.Jenny sat down on an elegant chaise lounge at one sideand Belinda gracefully reclined on a matching chaiselounge.