I talked with Tiffany and Bethany. They loved theidea, turns out they hate the old bag as much as we do. Something aboutold fashioned rules against ma...eup, jewelry, and stuff like that. Butthey promised they could get us each a skirt to wear. Sleeveless blousestoo. That's another item, not gender specified in the rules. They weresure we were close enough in size that someone in their group would havea skirt to fit each of us. I mean, the only guy that they couldn't handlewould be Donald, no. Didn’t work like that though, I ended up back at his house again.” “Did he finger you in the taxi again?” “No, just kissing this time. He tried, but I wasn’t doing that again!” Sharron took her hand off my cock and replaced it with her mouth. Fuck she was so good at that, She took my whole length in her mouth and worked her tongue around my shaft. I pulled her off me, I didn’t want to come yet. I wanted to hear her story. “Did you suck him like that?” I asked. “No.” she said with a smile, “I. She ran her fingers through her long hair, letting it fall gently on her bare shoulders. Liz smoothed her gown over her body as she admired the curve of her breasts and the way the clinging material evidenced her already hardening nipples. Yes, she was ready!Just then the phone rang. Liz glanced at the clock and laughed softly to herself. "Right on time!", she thought. "He must be ready too!" She settled down on the pillows and picked up the phone."Hi." she said in a sweet, inviting voice."Hi. The last spasm finished as Allison pulled completely off of him. “Almost? What do you mean by that?”There was confusion in her eyes. “It’s simple. Too good would mean I’d barely last a minute, and you’d be unable to have the fun you want to have. ‘Almost’ is perfect” he paused “meaning that you’re just good enough to drive me crazy. Does that make sense?”“I think so. Too good is like an overly rich chocolate mousse; a few bites are all your taste buds can really handle. Almost is a mousse.