He really didn’t like thinking about that day or his later behavior with Rachel. Thirty minutes later, he finally relented on the pace and slowed t...e belt to a fast walk for a cool down. He was drenched with sweat and Colin had already gone back to his room. As his breathing came under control, he became more aware of another set of feet pounding away on a treadmill. The wall of windows along which all the cardio equipment was arranged was divided in the middle by a large support pillar for. She held her mouth as far down as she could and then slowly pulled up keeping her lips tight. Once her mouth was off me she said in a low whisper, "You taste like sex should taste."She pushed her mouth back onto me and bobbed her head for a few moments and then sat up and looked at me like she was embarrassed."My pants are wet." She said as she went to get up.I put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from rising. "They're supposed to be, what do you think I was doing to you?" I asked her. She was naked and dripping with water as she towel-dried her hair. "Don't you think you should put on some clothes?" I suggested as Sheila stood next to me, a patch of pubic hair a few inches in front of my nose. "Nope. My house, my rules. Deal with it and keep your trouser snake under control," she said with a chuckle as she patted the inside of my thigh. On the last touch, her fingers lingered a few moments longer than the others. Memo to self: research the details of the Sisterhood's Sexual. Here Samantha paused for a moment, smiled to herself at the effect she’d already had before bending down, and continuing the process further down the inside of Catgirl’s muscular thigh. Now that Samantha was bending further down towards Catgirl’s body, her long black hair was starting to waft back and forth, running lightly across the Catgirl’s pussy, gently tickling her open labia lips and stoking up the fire to an inferno. It was almost too much for Catgirl to bear. The waves of pleasure had.