A final adjustment of her hair and earrings and she clicked thecase shut and plopped it back into her handbag and snapped it shut.Jason stared at the ...onsummate ease with which Moira attended to hermake-up and marvelled how she looked so different with a brush of thehair, a touch of powder and the satin glossy look of several layers oflipstick."Now let's have that negligee off darling," she demanded rather thanrequested. Jason, sensing her aroma, the lipstick and the touch ofsatin, complied. Letting her wonder whether it will be tooth or tongue that brings her pleasure for a long moment before gently, tenderly touching the tip of her tongue to the girl's trembling clit.Zoe arches nearly off the bench with the immediate, earthshattering climax, ignoring the lashes of pain even as they force her back onto the bench, thrashing against her mistress' invisible bonds. She howls incoherently with pleasure as each touch of her mistress' tongue sends searing bolts of ecstasy through her. Pressing into her his fingers easily disappeared inside of her, causing another moan. He began pumping her body, as held onto his head, pulling him closer. Mark grinned and continued the treament. Daffney suddenly arched her back and wrapped her legs around his head, as a massive orgasm hit, and her sweet juices came puring out, Mark caught as much as he could in his mouth, and slowed his movements down to a complete stop. "You enjoy that"? He whispered. Daffney could only nod, as he climbed to. And that tee-shirt thingie was up under her armpits, and breakfast was suddenly a distant runner-up in my thoughts! "Ooops!" Blushing resumed from where she'd left off yesterday afternoon, and she snatched that sleeping bag back up to her chin. "Sorry, Rob, Didn't mean to start the day that way!"I couldn't talk in more than a decidedly unmanly squeak. "'S'okay, I wasn't planning to use that part of my brain until later anyway. I'll go somewhere else while you get things back together." I was,.