I let my tongue slip down her lips and back up to her clit, she let out a low moan, 'wow, i must be doing it right' i thought to myself. i kept lickin... her lips till i got braver, letting my tongue slide inside her. I felt her hands on my head as she pushed my head onto her cunt, she grinded her hips against my tongue and i felt her juices flowing down my tongue and into my mouth. she tasted greatShe let out a loud scream as she came on my face, her body shook on my tongue as her orgasm flowed. Between them, in an alcove of her own, sat Cérulea. This wasn't the Cérulea that resembled the innocent child, but the adult Cérulea with the improbable curves of a comic-strip goddess. Her blue hair cascaded down her back in a luxuriant mane. Promises of forbidden lust glittered within the depths of her ruby eyes.Verdé was here also. There was a hint of sadness in her face."Too bad little fledgling," she said. "I don't think you'll ever get your chance to fly."All five of them, their eyes. "Pretty pussy," he remarked and caressed between her lips. Each time he connected with her clit she felt a jolt of sensation that made muscles in her belly and thighs jerk.Thomas stretched out beside her and slipped his arm under her shoulders. He smoothed his hand along the inside of her thigh, worked his finger into her slit and lubricated it with her copious juices. Then, he began rhythmically stroking her clitoral shaft. "Is this a good spot?" he asked."Down a little ... over to the side. It amused him in fact. You see, Mom is kind of a bubble-headed blonde. Not exactly the academic type. Neither Dad nor I could picture Mom in a college classroom, but she wanted it so we supported her 100%. She's a great person despite being a bit ditzy.Mom inherited money from her wealthy family, but Dad is a banker and can afford to support us without dipping into Mom's funds. We had a good, prosperous life in Memphis, Tennessee.Anyway, back to the story ... Mom's face lit up and she replied,.