As I said, perfect. After slurping and sucking on the twin globes I headed south. I decided to try something different, I mashed my face tight against...her damp jeans and began licking. The fact that I was licking her through her jeans meant that she wasn't getting the full effect of my tongue. However she was getting some very arousing sensations from the material. She came several times, each time soaking through allowing me a sample of her delicious juice. I started getting curios. A spot light played upon a formally dressed young woman. She stood between a table full of implements and a wood beam box frame. The buxom blonde re-entered stage right and slowly circled the statuesque debutante, trailing a hand across her hip and belly, all the while examining her deportment closely. The model was brunette, her hair pooled into a high bun with sparkled hair clasps holding it in place. Her stage makeup accented the smoky eye shadow and puffy cherry lips. She was displaying. Jennifer was the neediest because she had been alone most of the day. With that much time on her hands, she probably fantasized about what the three of us might get up to when we returned from the office. Watching Stacy and Jennifer get reacquainted gave me time to think about little hints Jennifer gave me about her interest in having another woman as a sex partner.I couldn’t complain because Colleen and Rebecca awakened needs in me that I still can’t explain. It wasn’t just love. Neither was. “Do you have a small cock? Have you ever eaten shit? How many times have you been fucked in the ass? Do you get off on being dressed like a sissy?” All those questions and more rolled off her tongue as easily as if she was casually asking about the weather. To make matters worse, she didn’t allow any stalling or beating around the bush when it came to answering the questions. She demanded direct, explicit answers with exacting details and made it clear that her time was precious and she.