Heeding Miss Lem’s suggestion, I licked and sucked first one and them the other of the blushing girls little tits and was gratified to see her nippl...s growing stiffer under the caresses of my lascivious tongue. “Feel her cunt, Major - see if she is getting wet down there!” - exclaimed the Madam, as she watched this activity with obvious relish. Needing no further urging, I let my right hand wander up under the girls tiny skirt and first feeling all over her soft, curvaceous bum, got my hand. We hugged, kissed, cried and hugged some more. We threw her carry-on into the trunk of my Benz. On the way home up I-75/I-85, we of course started talking about life in general, sex in particular. In our single days, we had never much discussed sex, but as divorcees, it was almost de rigueur."Getting much lately, Chris?" she asked."Not enough," I replied. "How about you, Angel?" Never enough," she said with a smile. I knew that her almost identical answer meant something very different than my. It did have a faintly pleasant odor that I couldn't place.Simone was intrigued by the hatch. "I wonder how old this is?"She stepped over the ooze and crouched her way through the hatch."Hairy? There's light, it came on when I stepped on the floor. This is pretty amazing. You should come in and look." Hey Gil?" I spoke to my mike."What is going on in there?" You're never going to believe it. There's a door in here. Simone is inside already and I'm going in."I did. It closed. Shit!A ticking. Several of the attendees had occupied a rented bus as it drove through the night from New York City via New Jersey, driven by James, the African limo driver who usually drove Elliot around the city. Paid exorbitantly by Elliot, Sophie and Sarah, he used the week and a half as a sort of busman's holiday, bringing his pretty blonde wife and their two preschool daughters along. The cute girls had strewn gardenias and lilacs in front of Melissa and Marjorie as they walked down the improvised aisle,.