Grabbing at her hair with her free hand, the blond woman plunged the stiff tongue deep into her and grinds her hips against the face of the woman lick...ng her. They had broken my rule. I had said no penetration, but the sight was so sensual I could not resist it. Peter had his arm around me and his hand cupping my breast. He was fondling my stiff nipple. The air was thick with the smell of female arousal, my own adding to the mix. Soon the brunette woman had stretched the labia open with both. Just understand that she’s my primary partner, my main squeeze. Don’t try to mess with that. I’m Caroline, by the way,” the proprietor continued, flirting brazenly with both of us as Shiraz came quietly and I spilled my seed into her twat.Shiraz got up and I started to do so, too, but Caroline stopped me and knelt between my thighs for a taste of my dick, now freshly marinated in my wife’s natural flavors. I wasn’t too shocked that she was dating the Goth cutie at the sales counter, of course.. Her eyes closed, and face showing the pleasure she was having at that moment of time. The arch of her body slowly collapsing as her voice was just a whisper in my head. “Gawd I’m cumming again!” My hand still playing with her clit which was so erect it was like a small cock was keeping her in the throes of orgasm,“I can’t stop, I feel like I’m weeing myself!” Her juices were soaking me and her as I cuddled her to me feeling her coming down. It was at that point I noticed the tears running down. “What are you doing, boy? Go on back to your den, or wherever it is you live.” She kept walking and he kept following. Great! She was a cat person; cliché, but there you have it! She was a witch that liked cats! She had nothing against dogs, but cats were much neater and cleaner. Dogs tended to leave muddy paw prints and shake water everywhere when they got wet. Kind of like a man in many ways! Looking back again, she realized he was continuing to follow her. Damn, what was she going to do with.