The three women slowly lifted their skirts and Ray and Steve watched appreciatively as the hems of the three navy-blue skirts crept up the legs of the...r three captives. Michele Bouvier's legs were thick but well defined, proportional to her large frame. She wore tan thigh-high hold-up stockings and the lace trimmed elasticised welts dug into the white flesh of her thick thighs. She hesitantly raised her skirt higher revealing a pair of red satin full-cut panties with a small bow in the centre. Death was not to be feared. Death was her friend, her ally. She would welcome his eternal embrace. Athe thought, on wings of a wind most chill, snow flurried about her frailty. This caused her frayed cloak to billow in an ominous portent of this event yet to be seen.Without warning, destiny was suddenly standing there on the frozen path in front of her. Lifting her staff in a manner to ward the danger away, the elder prepared herself. The Dawn of the Mist's future was swift in its approach, so. I had barely been over a minute since the phone call but it felt like 10 minutes. I was panting and gasping for breath with the intense orgasm I had just experienced when Dee finally let go of my cock with an audible 'POP' sound. Dee leaned back and smiled widely at me, as if waiting for my opinion."That was amazing, Dee! I wish I could fuck you right now!" I said in a desperate tone."Aaww... don't worry, you will, sweetheart. Soon, I promise." Dee replied with a smile and swiped her lips clean. The lips of you sex glisten in the candlelight, like the treasure that it is. You hips continue to buck, beckoning me closer. Silently begging me not to make you wait any longer. My tongue darts out, and you let out a small cry when it touches. I press it against the opening and then trail it slowly from there to your clit, extracting a long moan from you. The sweet flavor of your juices explodes onto my tongue as it slides through your slit. I move down, repeating my lick, then again.