Being with Angie had felt deeper, more sustaining. It was lovemaking, not sex for fun.Love. Funny word. I wondered if I really knew what it meant.My m...nd meandered back through the orgy and I remembered Sherri stroking my scars, and then Rochelle playing with them. I realized that Angie had never appeared to even notice my scars. Could she even fathom how ugly they were? Maybe she really had idealized me, being all too willing to overlook my flaws. I didn't know if she still saw me as ideal now. “Just a moment. I’ll be right back”, she said and went in.When she came out, she had changed. She was wearing a light cream colored night gown, thick enough only to hide her skin. But with the light from the other side one could easily make out her silhouette. The curves in the right places were enough to rouse any man. She brought tea saying “Tea’s ready!! Just taste it and tell me whether it isn’t better than your roadside tea”. I smiled and took the cup from her.Instead of sitting on the. She tried speaking again, but her words remained unintelligible as Jacob continued licking and kissing her now drenched vagina. Parting the soft, wet lips with two fingertips, he zeroed in on his target. Looking up at Ariel, he met her lust-hazy gaze and smirked before flick in the tip of his nimble tongue across her aching clit. Ariel nearly shrieked; muffling herself only by covering her mouth with her own hands. She desperately seized her left breast through her blouse and pinched her. The bustier and bodysuit was black lace with sheer ivory side panels which would show a hint of skin. Classy, but sexy at the same time.After seeing it on the hanger, I was a little disappointed it was a bodysuit. “I want easy access for him” I remember thinking to myself. But on closer inspection, the crotch had three snap closures. I smiled at the discovery. “Perfect”, I said out loud - to no one in particular. I noticed the bustier also had attached garter clips. Even better. I walk over to.