“Mistress Heathcoate, are the stones alive?”Laughter answered her question, but it was kind laughter, at least the two young women took it so.“S...me say so, Mistress Amélie.” She chuckled. “But they are not. They are stones.”“But—”Mistress Heathcoate held up her palm to stop Amélie. “I know what you are going to say, dear. I’ve been to the stones. I know what you experienced.” Her expression was unfathomable, except that to Amélie’s eye it was tinged with longing and perhaps lust. “I’ve. After about five minutes Sandy rose and swung her head down over my cock and her pussy in my face. This was my first real up close look at her woman hood and looked inviting. The hair around it was matted and the outer lips looks puffy. They seamed to gap open and was some clearish white fluid hanging on the inside. I rose my head slightly and could smell the strong musky odor it was giving off. Sandy lower her pussy all the way down on my wating mouth and I had my first taste. Was salty yet. Then she felt the pressure against her clit and forgot everything else.Meanwhile, Jim held still until Sandy was ready for him to move. After about 30 seconds, she asked, "Is that all, are you through?" Oh, no. I was just waiting for you to tell me you were ready for me to continue." Oh. OK, go ahead and do whatever it is that men do; I'm ready." Sandy was so innocent that she had no idea what the next step could possibly be, so when Jim backed out, she wrapped her legs around his hips and. They were surprised at that development, but steeled themselves against overconfidence.They hugged the shadows along the wall as they approached the door. As expected, it was locked, and Nemesis had to pick it to get the door open. She eased the door open in an effort to eliminate any squeaks. The two slipped in through the barely opened door and closed it behind them. They almost gave themselves away with laughter when they spotted the guard sound asleep in a chair he had leaned against the.