Or rather, she was as much my servant as I was hers. We loved doing this together. She gave me the most intimate, secret part of her body, and I gave ...t a comprehensive loving with my tongue. I could play Karen’s arsehole like a concert pianist plays a Steinway.I ran my tongue up each side, trying to feel the crinkles with my tongue. I breathed in the wonderful natural aroma of her. I teased her by slipping my tongue up and down the slide above, where the lower back becomes a smooth, safe pass. Do that again.”I laughed and did so and held on tight as she came three times in quick succession. She pulled me up and kissed me deeply, and she wiggled under me until she had me where she wanted. “Make sure I do it again.”I thrust deeply as she gasped, and I stared down at her as she finally fulfilled my desires and fell to pieces under me. She kissed me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth in time with the thrusts of my cock, and then kissed down my neck and with a squeal bit. I had a pair of sandals on too, and my usually wavy hair was straightened. Taylor looked magnificent. Her dress was a plain white summer dress, loose enough that it only hinted at what was underneath, but not so billowy as to make her look fat. She had heels on that made her even taller, but they made her legs look phenomenal. The dress was barely long enough to cover any of her legs at all.The real reason we took so long to leave was that we went to Kerri’s room to pregame. There was a keg. Carla says that I'll be taking her out toseveral nice dinner spots as well as a couple of hot places to dance. Whenwe cross the bridge to the Cape, we start looking for motels for thenight. It's Friday night and getting one is a hassle. It takes us anotherhour or so heading towards Truro before we find one.We unload the car and go into our room. It's airy a comfortable, but it'ssmall and I'll bet the walls are thin so you can hear everything in thenext room. Carla and I can't wait to try on all.