When I finally let my tongue draw wet circles on her mound, she bit her bottom lip. I stayed away from her clit, teasing her pink folds and occasional...y dipping my tongue into her nectar.I felt a sense of pride when her hips started to rock. I knew if I took my time with her, I would get her to cum for me. I let my finger trace the opening of her dripping wet pussy, and she gasped a little.“I need…” Liza started, but she didn’t finish her sentence.“I know exactly what you need, Liza. Trust. I grabbed the robe from the closet and handed it through the door while telling her that coffee was made. A few minutes later, a dishevelled Denise came out of the bathroom, her dark blonde hair plastered in corkscrewed ringlets, dripping onto the robe that she had wrapped around her and clasped at the neck by her hand. “Thanks.” She said as I handed her a cup. She sipped and winced at the hotness, then walked over to the stool in front of the mirrored dressing table. I could hear Carol in. They were making no pretense at being discreet now - they were both watching me working the lotion onto Barb. I quietly told Barb, "We have an audience." Her head was turned toward the east on the blanket and had been watching the other couple and said simply, "I know." I hadn't even looked in their direction and when I did I saw that the woman was sitting up, cross legged on their blanket facing directly toward us, watching pretty intently. Her man was lying on his side facing us, left elbow. That’s when everything changed. That’s when my story really starts. The Pain of Waking I felt nothing but pain, white-hot burning pain, wracking my insides, coursing through my center, that was my world as soon as consciousness took a hold of me. My eyes weren’t even open yet! I could hear my cries echoing all around me, screaming so loud my head felt as if it were splitting. Everything seemed heightened, the pain was only increasing, the screaming louder than it seemed possible. Was that.