"Megan strode in without even trying to mask her displeasure with me. "What are you playing at?" Huh?" I was not exactly eloquent this afternoon. "Wha... did I do this time?" You know what you did. What is this duel with Yolanda? and pies? why pies?"Oh, that. "I was entertaining your brother. I was in storyteller mode and thought that it would be fun to continue teasing the two of you. He seemed to enjoy it." I shrugged and wished that I had kept my shirt on. There was a cool damp breeze that. Eees OK.” He said, all the while flashing his golden tooth at me with every smile. I grabbed his neck and pulled him forward, propped a knee up on the seat and pulled his head into my breasts. I put the pillow against the wall and pushed his head back into it. He laughed slightly. “OK, ok. Gracias. Tank you.” He said as he nodded. I put my hand on his thigh and laid my head back on his tummy. I could tell he was smiling. I felt his hand rest upon my hip and didn’t think anything of it until his. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and it wasn't long before Sandy was saying her goodnights. As she stepped out of her friends air conditioned car at the Whitehall Street entrance to the Ferry Terminal, the wall of heat and humidity she stepped into engulfed Sandy."Please let it rain soon." She said to herself as she looked up into the lightly clouded sky. "Or at least let the air conditioning be back on when I get home." She substituted as she shuddered at the thought of trying to. She was eager to get every drop of my pee and pussy cream. I squirmed atop her, grabbing the bed's headboard as I rode her face. Her tongue was agile, brushing through all the wonderful spots inside me. The pleasure swelled fast through me, stirred by her fingers pinching my clit.“Yes!” I moaned, the bed creaking as my body bucked. “You wonderful woman. Keep licking me! I'm gonna squirt so much pussy cream into your mouth.”“Good!” Stella moaned. “Flood my mouth. I love your pussy juices!”My.