So engrossed with my task, as I leaned over the couch to bring my lips to hers, that I didn't even catch that she called me 'Shelly', the nickname tha... only my sister and lover used. Our lips touched, and instantly parted for each other, our tongues quickly finding each others. The kiss had all the passion that we had as we came in the door, while adding the excitement of a taboo: girls kissing. In my other life, such a scene would ignite my arousal, flooding my thoughts with what it would have. ”Jesse raised her bottom up off the mattress to receive her first stripe. I was pleased to see her ass cheeks quivering with trepidation awaiting my first blow. I gave her a full ten strikes of the cane at a proper tempo, not too fast and not too slow. I always insisted on using the optimum timing in order to make the effect of the stinging blows remain a long time in her uncomplicated mind. I checked her labia for moisture and just as I suspected she was already starting to squirt her juices. She came very hard. Kayla pushed Mary back and spread her legs. She reached out and spread Mary's cleanly shaven pussy and moved in with her mouth. She didn't need to work very long before Mary was racked with two very strong orgasms. Watching all of this had gotten me hard again. Kayla looked at Mary and asked if it was OK. Mary nodded and smiled. I was sitting on the couch and Kayla straddled me, She took my cock into her hands and rubbed it on her blond haired pussy. She slipped it into er. "I thought he would have called by now," Pat said. "Don't worry. He'll call." "How can you be so confidant?" "Who wouldn't call after what you described last night." The two cowgirls laughed. "How about your man?" "He called this morning. We're going out tonight." "If Harlon's in Amarillo, I don't see how he could be back tonight. I don't think he'll call." "He'll call. Don't worry." "I hope so." "Gotta go. Bye Pat." "Bye." * Pat ordered a drink and put one boot on the boot rail..