Kirsty splayed her legs so Sarah could lick everything and started pulling on her own nipple rings. Sarah explored Kirsty’s pussy, teasing her clit,...sucking her lips, opening her up with her fingers and licking inside. I moved around them taking pictures from different angles, my erection swaying in front of me. Sarah had found what Kirsty liked and was hungrily licking and sucking her clit and finger fucking her with two fingers. Kirsty had her head thrown back and was arching her back as she. Not wanting to disappoint Derrick, I open my mouth and continue my quest to get him a good blowjob. After awhile excitement builds in me of hoping he will cum in my mouth as stroke and suck his dick. I even play with tight balls.Then all the sudden Derrick pulls his dick out of mouth and rolls me on my stomach, "Let's see how handle the real thing now." Derrick says as he reaches for his shorts on the bed. As he gets a condom out of his pants and starts to put it on, he stands up and removes. She was wearing white panties that were hello kitty themed. I noticed that there was a darker spot right where her pussy was. “OK baby, do you trust me?” She looked up at me and nodded. “Good, sweetie. Now, just roll over.” Once she rolled over, I said to her, “Now scoot back and spoon me, baby.” She looked back and smiled at me. She pushed her tight little ass back against my hard dick and I heard her let out a soft moan. She laid her head down on my arm and slipped her fingers in. The only way I could make the trip without spending a night was in her plane, and I simply didn’t have the time to spend the night away from Chicago.I settled into one of the very comfortable leather seats, pulled out the last of the three Swedish detective novels, and picked up reading where I’d left off that morning.September 3, 1994, Naperville, Illinois“Good afternoon, I’m Steve Adams and I’m looking for Yogi Krishnadasa Acharya.”“You’ve found him,” a short, thin, Indian man in black robes.