My right paw continued it’s path while my left returned higher to my right breast, massaging it while tweaking the nipple and gently tugging the fur... Meanwhile, my other paw slid further down to start making gyrations on my clit. As a small moan snuck out from between my lips I thought, ''Oh Gods! I can’t wait till she gets here!'' Then my paws betrayed me further as my middle finger slid in and out of my tight, wet little pussy. Then my finger slowly glided in and out, gradually increasing in. Her body was beginning to tremble. "Touch yourself for me Sarah."Sarah gasped. Her hand plunged between her own legs. Her clit was already engorged and unhooded. She frantically slid her hand up and down, her fingers circling her clit. She tried to match each motion of Ellen’s with one of her own.Ellen's body arched and a low deep cry escaped from her lips. Sarah echoed it with one of her own as spasms ran though her body. She pinched her nipple and the sensation matched with that of her. ..Sally knew better. And Sally's smell was one of the best: the flow of her juices so strong that you had to swallow it down as it ran from her like water from a slow running tap. And as I gained confidence with her, I would study and savour her opening for longer and longer each time we did it - touching it, measuring it, licking it, pushing her thickening inner lips apart with my nose, using the bridge of my nose to get her clitoris swollen.It was wonderful to savour the changing smell of her. I had another dream that night, but it was an unusual one. Most of my dreams feature my living family, my mother, my father, Rachel, and sometimes Susan and Jenny. None of these were featured this time. I was walking around a poorly defined and geographically inaccurate variation of the French Quarter. Sometimes it looked more like downtown Los Angeles, sometimes clearly like the French Quarter, as if it was threatening to turn from its beautiful self into the depressing awfulness of Los.