Joyce was perplexed asto what to do next. She wanted Mollie in the worst way. Her beauty was simply irrefutable. Then Mollie started kissing her, m...re forcefullyand with meaning. Her hands slipped beneath Joyces tee and quicklyunsnapped her bra in one fluid motion. Her hands were smooth and gentle,but forceful and with determination. Mollie caressed Joyces breasts,flicked the tee off over Joyce?s head and went full-mouth down on Joycesless-than-perky, but still incredibly beautiful. She gagged and backed up, licking the head like a lollipop, her gaze burning into me. Her lips were full and supple, her tongue snaking up and down the underside of my shaft. She busied her hands with removing her shirt completely, exposing full firm creamy white breasts encased in a lacy bra.Dipping my cock into her throat once more, she succeeded in pushing past her gag reflex. Her warm mouth, tongue and throat encased my cock in velvet, the itch already beginning in my balls. I put my hands. THAT got the attention of my already half erect cock which responded as one might expect. It began to twitch, enlarge, and become hard and fully erect. I was a bit embarrassed. Sherry seemed to not notice immediately but soon said, “There seems to be a reaction to my touching you up here taking place. Let me try working from a different angle”. She changed the position of her hands with one of her fingers ending up applying pressure inside my rectum against my prostate gland. My dick throbbed. Wearing no more than my cotton shift, I slipped into the darkness to meet with him. We stole away to the shelter of the weeping willow beside the clear waters of the river at Fallon's Crossing. The tree is gone now and the river runs murky.How I loved the sound of my name on his lips. "Arabella," he whispered, his voice carrying on a gust of summer breeze. Sometimes I think I hear him say it, a soft caress on the shell of my ear. That night, he stroked my senses with my name, murmuring as he.