We were tired after the week and the trip from the city, so we went to bed fairly early. A few drinks and a spliff; I was mellow but not bombed.So I h...d no real reason to expect to wake with a penis in my face. Yet somehow I wasn’t surprised or threatened. Of course, even without looking up, I knew that the penis belonged to Émile, rather than Robert. It was average in length (for me, anyway), but attractively shaped, curving up slightly, with a immediately enticing cut head. His pubic hair was. Then he saw the outlines of two heads ... long toothy snouts like possums mouths talking to each other ... black noses sniffing the air. A paw with long fingers tipped with fingernails like thick claws shown in the moonlight ... sparkling tips dripping with something dark.They were grinning ... bending down and tearing something ... ripping and grinding it ... each one came up with something meaty and dripping ... he could see them swallow in the moonlight and grin at each other ... hair rough. Jess manoeuvred herself above me and suddenly we were in a sixty-nine position. I gazed upon her vagina, just an inch or two away from me, examining it closely and in wonderment. I willingly slid my tongue along her pussy lips and into her slit, entranced by the smell and taste of feminine arousal. Then I felt Jess close her lips around my clit and I gasped as she licked and sucked it into her mouth.Astounded at myself at how quickly my body had succumbed to this new experience, I tried to pace. She was a typical Indian maid with a dark complexion, unremarkable facial features… but what features were indeed remarkable were her physical ones. Apparently, she had been married off as soon as she turned 18, but her husband, who was a monster by all the rumors I have heard about him, had left her a year hence since she had failed to gift him a child. The man had married again, but Nikita had not remarried and earned her living doing the homely chores in various households. Now, truthfully.