As a result, a year into her career and all she had little to show for her efforts were a few minor accomplishments and some good press. Most of which...had come from a cynical press that was more curious than impressed.It was at one of those press functions a year ago, a carefully staged event to promote Coast City tourism, that Ultra Woman had first met Priscilla Ann Wellington. A month shy of her eighteenth birthday, Priscilla was the daughter of John and Cynthia Wellington and heir to the. Her fingers played around the rim of Kelly's tunnel, teasing the moisture from her pussy. Pushing her slick fingers into Kelly's tight hole, Goldie toyed with the cheerleader's ass with her ring finger while her thumb brushed against Kelly's clit.Kelly writhed and squirmed under the combined attack of Goldie's hand and mouth. She arched her back, trying to press her burning, swollen sex tighter against Goldie's flicking tongue and burrowing fingers. Lost in a surging sea of sensations, Kelly. Concentrating on her work she didn’t notice him. He waited until she wasn’t touching the cactus to announce his presence. “Hello, Maria.”Surprised, she looked up and exclaimed, “Ed! It’s nice to see you.”Smiling, he pointed at the cactus and asked, “Making some Prickly Pear Jelly?”“Of course, I do it every year.”“Would you teach Marguerite how to make it?”Maria laughed as she asked, “Where do you think I’m cooking up this batch?”“Don’t I feel foolish.”“Don’t feel that way. A lot of the women. It was quiet for about thirty seconds and I thought the call had dropped. “Thank you.”I smiled. “You are very welcome, my Queen. I hope it brings you happiness.”“I know my time on this earth is about over. I’ve lived a very full life, and I have few regrets. One of my biggest now is that I won’t get to enjoy your gift for as long as I’d like. I know you didn’t have to do this, and it was a gesture of kindness. I’d knight you if we still did that sort of thing, if I thought you would stand still.