Muriel licked the back of Laine’s thighs, grabbing the hem of her robe, pulling it from her shoulders. She ran her tongue lightly over Laine’s ass... tickling the crack. Muriel’s tongue delved deeper, parting the lips of Laine’s pussy, wiggling her tongue into the opening. Collette fastened her lips to my wife’s nipple. With my eyes and cock both straining to their fullest, I could see her visibly relax. Collette had little problem in gingerly directing Laine to the divan, seating herself next. Und obwohl sie das alles über Ihre Freundin wußte konnte sie nicht über Ihre Erlebnisse mit ihrem Rechtsanwalt reden. Nach dem Telefonat schaltete sie noch den Fernseher aus und legte sich sofort in das Bett, nach einer guten halben Stunde schlief sie wieder tief und fest. Ihr Wecker klingelte viel zu früh. Sie hatte gerade einen wunderbaren Traum, den sie gerne noch zu Ende geträumt hätte, aber sie mußte ja zum Arzt und wollte trotzdem pünktlich bei Ihrem Rechtsanwalt sein. Also stand sie auf. They were staying at Rekha's uncle's one bedroom apartment while he was away on business until the day before they had to leave. On the first day of their arrival, instead of trying to fight off jet lag, they sought out a nearby club, just a harrowing ten minute cab ride away through the winding, crowded streets. On that very first night, Rekha spotted "him" and from then on, she pleaded her case to her friend to go to the club each night and basically ogle him from across the bar or dance. "Watch," I suggested as I tied the shoelace to the ends of a stick, causing it to bow inward a little more. I then stuck a straight stick in between the bow and string and twisted it so the string wrapped around the straight stick once. I set one end of the straight stick down against a piece of wood against which I'd put a bunch of dried grasses and twigs, placed a rock on top of the straight stick and started moving the bow back and forth. With each movement of the bow, the straight stick.