. Tiffany had to put her foot down on that one. No, there wasn't going to be any buckwheat porridge and fried potatoes, not in Tiffany's kitchen.Tiffa...y kissed Vladik passionately; her bare body pressing against his freshly pressed uniform. Tiffany was one of those lucky women whose figures never seem to change, no matter how old they are or how many kids they have. Tiffany slipped her hands under his belt to squeeze his bottom. She gave him a mischievous look ... get home early Vladik, there's. I'm not sure... um ..." Suddenly we all laugh again, and introduce you to our friend Kim, whom we've known for years. Axel gets up out of the booth. His pants are open and his cock is out, since he was masturbating watching us. He stands behind Kim and starts feeling up her tits. Meanwhile I lay back in the booth, spreading my legs. You lean forward and bury your face and tongue in my shaved snatch. You work your tongue around my clit, opening my pussy lips so your tongue can slid even. His finger went back to my wetness, dipping and weaving around my labia, tantalizing and collecting moisture. Then he returned to my back door, taking moisture with him, painting it as if he were . . . . oh god, was he priming the pump?"Yes, you said you had been thinking about trying anal sex sometime. You've spoken to me about that on several occasions, but we always seemed to get distracted by the familiar." He spoke now with specific intent, as if he'd been thinking and planning this for a. "The thing is, we didn't take the tags off. You'll need to see them, of course." He turned to Vicky. "Kitten, pull up your top so Monica can see the price tag." Vicky, for her part, totally got where their play was supposed to go, and she immediately took off her top. Her nipples, which had never really relaxed, tightened, as did her areolae, giving her that whole twin peaks look, what with the half cup bra. The price tag rested on the front of the bra (no accident there!). "Go on, Monica,.