She climaxes violently, pushing Anthonys hands away from her now soaking wet pussy she crumples to the floor, after a few groans of contentment she sm...les up at them.. She now looks a real mess, somewhat different to the impeccably turned out young lady of an hour ago. Her hair is wet with sweat, it clings to her head. Her whole body and face is speckled with small beads of sweat, her breasts are discoloured by redness, love-bites and bruising. Anthony photographs her molested, naked body. Tim. “Oh, it’s not you gorgeous,” said Vicky, “It’s just that it feels so sensitive having your pussy licked through tights, and I can’t stand too much of it.” Becky breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought I was crap at pussy licking,” she breathed, “Still, let’s get these tights off, I want you!” Vicky pulled her tights off, and watched as Becky balled them up and then, placing them over her face, breathed in deeply. “You don’t half smell good,” Becky sighed, and then, softly pushing Vicky back down. But for some reason today I feel hornier than ever!"I was a bit surprised at what she said, but the truth of the matter was that I'd been thinking about Sandy quite a lot lately. I wondered if her bush was as red as the copper-red colored curls that framed her beautiful face. I wondered if she would be interested in taking care of her obvious hunger by jumping my bones. Here was my chance. "Don't you have a husband or boyfriend to help you with those special, er, ummm, needs?" I asked. You don't have to keep all the burden on your own shoulders. If you are feeling like it is getting to you, come and tell me."Traci spoke up softly then. "That goes for me as well. I feel like she is almost mine. If you want a little time to just relax, let Aunt Traci take over for a while. The only thing I can't do is breast-feed her. I could never replace you as her mommy, but maybe I can give you a break once in a while."Mandy pulled her friend in close and hugged her tightly. She felt not so.