I continued down to the belly button, then to a gloriously naked manufactured pussy. Awesome looking. Looked real. Looked like a pussy. The lips were ...ot huge, on the small side. The shape however looked like, yep, it's a pussy. Peeking out at the top of the slit was what would now be her clit. Kind of a fat clit, lot on the big side but definitely edible. When I licked from the bottom to the top of the man made pussy Sherry jumped as my tongue hit her new clit. When my tongue delved into her. "I didn't quite hear that," Vivian said."Yes, things like that interest me," Claire said in a louder voice."And do I interest you as well?" the salt-and-pepper-haired woman asked."Oh yes," the younger woman replied, her voice filled with anticipation."Excellent," Vivian smiled as she reached up and stroked Claire's cheek."Perhaps we can find a more, how shall we say, interesting way to spend a rainy afternoon," Vivian concluded, the tone of her voice making no mistake that she was totally in. He was clearly intent on playing mind games with her as he poked her hole a couple of times and then withdrew his tongue despite her backing her buttocks closer into his face. With the tip of his tongue he probed in between the slippery folds of her womanhood, and then using the flat of his tongue he lapped and bathed her swollen labia until her moans grew in both volume and intensity. The fact that they were doing it in the dirt further turned them both on and when he stabbed at her hole with. “Frida,” he whispered.“Mark,” she whispered back, and then she stared at him, pleading for him to lock eyes with her.There were no words, just infinitely complex constructions of emotions from both their minds, meeting and entwining and building something faster than either could comprehend. They saw the entirety of each other’s lives, the intimate understanding of each other’s childhoods, the hopes, the fears, the dreams, the desires, and how each child had become the person before them.Frida.