Remember Buffie - from my Flashing First Time story? She sent me a text and asked me if I was in a hotel or not. I replied with a "I'll be checking in...later in the day." She said, "Cool - can I call you?" Of course, I indicated she could.Later in the evening, my mobile phone rang - it was Buffie. We talked for awhile, she reflecting on our little escapade of days before. I suggested a web video call - she agreed.After she pinged me on a web call, I waited for the image to come up. She was. I loved it. I trembled, my pussy clenching, thighs squeaking as they rubbed together. They did feel like flexible glass instead of silky skin. But I didn't care because Sven went lower.He reached my bush, my hairs a craved mass of lines instead of individual strands. He nuzzled at them, moving lower and lower until he found my tight pussy. And parted me. I gasped as his tongue wiggled into my smooth depths, teasing my labia.“You still feel the pleasure?” he asked. “Even though you're. She experienced so many sensations that she whimpered in pleasure. His soft thumb rubbed her guaranteed-to-make-her-cum clit while he continued performing his tantalizing tongue trickery.Her body trembled and tightened involuntarily. She tried to look down at his domineering pussy eating but couldn’t keep her eyes open. It was almost like she wanted to fall asleep but couldn’t. With every second that passed, her body experienced a new sensation.She placed her feet on the bed and let go of his. “I like it hot but not too hot.”“That’s a precise description.”“Not so hot as to break a sweat.”Jason adjusted the temperature to what he thought satisfied her description and closed the drain. He picked up the shower wand and turned a valve on the faucet. Water sprayed from it and he played with the settings leaving it set for a throbbing pulse jet; then he switched it off and returned it to its cradle.“What do you use for bubble soap?” he asked. She stepped into the bathroom in a short robe.