I stood and looked into the kitchen, hopeful. My jaw fell open as I confirmed the owner of the voice. Stacy, my best friend since jr. high. I hadn't s...en her since she said good-bye to me the day I left for war, but she was one of the few things that was different. Last time I saw her, she was a skinny little junior in glasses. The kind who you'd assume read a lot of comic books (you'd have been right). Now, though, she looked amazing! For one thing, she was wearing a white dress with a skirt. Kirsty’s pussy was shaved all over except for a small bit of hair just above her clit. Her clit looked as if it was dying to be caressed. “Jack, pleasseee touch me,” Kirsty moaned. As asked I lowered myself just above her clit and let my tongue tickle the tip of it. She moaned out loud and raised her pussy so that I would take more of her pussy inside my mouth. My mouth was around her as my tongue began to lap at her juices. Licking Kirsty turned me on so much. Her pussy always tasted. Fueled by the unmistakable arousal that coursed through her body, she returned the kiss in earnest, bravely pulling Aimee closer to her. She liked the feeling of her body pressed tightly her friend’s slender frame. She became rapidly aware of a pulsing heat between her thighs, her lacy thong becoming quickly damp and sticky. A low moan broke free of Aimee’s mouth as Sasha followed her instincts. Impulse took over and she began running her fingertips over the temptingly ripe breasts presented. ”“Okay.”Having dealt with his call, Benny went to where he could keep an eye on the front door, an eye on Gladys, and an ear on Cathy. At least Cathy had the right telephone numbers to call. Her children had insisted that Gladys keep a sheet with their numbers on it next to the telephone so that Cathy could call in case of an emergency. Now that it was an emergency, their foresight was appreciated.He listened to Cathy talk to Gladys’ son. She was calm and relaying the facts in reassuring.