Laura reached over and loosened the tie of Trina's robe, pulling it open, looking at her peerless breasts. Then she slid down off the bed to her knees... between Trina's thighs. She looked up into Trina's face, then extended her tongue until it grazed the swollen labia of Trina's open pussy."Ah!" Trina gasped."What if she isn't asleep, and you start to come?" Laura asked softly.Trina panted softly. "She must be." How do you know?"Laura's tongue slid across Trina's sensitive clit, and Trina's face. “We are enjoying just as much you do.”The massage ended and the ladies didn’t feel the time slip by. It was tea time and the ladies walked to the park to sit for awhile before they leave their homes. To add some benefits to the already serene atmosphere of the park, the ladies had a feast of shirtless men playing football.“Those look ace,” Savita commented looking at a guy with ripped up abs.“I had such a nice time today,” Shobha said as the game of football ended.“Me too.” Savita began when. At her desk — and then on it. In the tunnel. And in the hotel suite. Caroline drifted for a moment. Caroline squeezed her knees together and moved her thighs up and down. The ache between her legs worked its way to her throat and she let out a soft moan. She snapped back to the conference room when she heard Albert say, ‘I’ll be right back.’ She crossed her legs under the table. She returned to her laptop but knew that she and Mr. St. Pierre were alone in the conference room. After a few. “OK, but behave yourselves.” I admonished them.“We won’t do anything she objects to.” Carl assured me.All three of my best friends smiled widely as my teen daughter sat down on Carl’s lap wearing nothing but a not-very-modest bikini. As we played the next hand, I noticed my daughter fidgeting a bit with her hands below the table out of sight (Carl was sitting directly across from me). She didn’t say anything or jump down off Carl’s lap, so I figured it wasn’t a problem. Now that I think back on.