We just strolled around past all of the cars and drivers. Many were signing autographs. Kelly was putting on a one-girl boob parade and catching all t...e stares that she could. The temperature had dropped below seventy and Kelly’s nipples were rock hard. After a half-hour or so much of the fan crowd had wandered away.Kelly caught the attention of a couple of drivers whose fans had cleared out. Both were ready to sign something. Kelly stepped up and asked if they’d sign her boob. Before we knew. Tessa closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention. Geneviève was ambivalent and could be a butch or a doll. She investigated the frail French girl. She turned her around on her back. Her face was smeared with purple lipstick and so was her cunt area. She was still recovering from multiple orgasms. Tessa was a sex machine. Geneviève convinced her to let her play with her ass. It was the only part that Tessa hadn’t touched. It was lovely and small and white. Tessa smiled as Geneviève got Marion on. It was so unexpected and sweet that Ryan felt a fresh stream of precum squeeze out of his cock. She continued to alternately lick and pepper his nipple with small bites. He felt her hand wrap around his needy cock and start to stroke it gently.“Stop mom, I’m gonna cum if you don’t,” pleaded Ryan.“No, don’t cum just yet,” she said to him and they sat up. There was a twinkle in her eyes when she looked at him now.“Do you like mommy’s boobs Ryan?” she asked him wretchedly, swaying them in front of. We were right. Stuck to the netting of the main cave, our notice board as it were, was a brief message telling us that Wilbur, Sabreena, Alfred and Lexa had gone back already to let us do the healing and whatever else we felt like doing in privacy."Thank you both for a splendid time. Let us know when you are back home. We will meet again. Soon."Signed with lots of crosses. Lexa's doing I presumed."Are you sure, Berthold? This might just be one of Wilbur's parting jests."No matter, really. We.