Her thighs squeezed Ragetti snugly."Cozy?" Fabrizio, you are so smug. But yes…"At this Ragetti relaxed and let his eye lavish her form. It was nothi...g like the British women's. She had CURVES, real ones that needed no help from illusory dresses and corsets, girdles and other shaping garments. Calypso was Calypso; Calypso was a goddess and therefore desirable above any mortal—and knew she was to him."This chiton needs removin'," she said, blue-stained lips curled into a smile and eyes twinkling. "She crawled further up the bed until she was right on top of you, you could feel the heat from her pussy as she teasingly kept herself just out of reach of your cock, almost brushing the tip with her lips."But just watching everyday mundane life has become boring, and I want to be entertained. So you, Brian, will entertain me."She leaned down and her perfect lips kissed yours, her impossibly long tongue pushing into your and moving around like a snake, even going down your throat making you. ” “Yeah,” Mark said. “I guess she is.” Carrie opened her eyes, and he looked at her sitting there on all fours, licking the cum off her chin. Her clothes were in disarray, her bared ass and sexy back making him excited again. “I guess you are a little slut, aren’t you?” She started to shake her head, a pretend look of hurt in her eyes. His cock was still rock hard, and he could see the slickness of Carrie’s spit on it. The guys were touching her ass and pussy, and she was just watching. "Yes, and I'm sorry I reacted like a little girl yesterday," Moira said, sliding her hand under Valerie's skirt, up her thigh, caressing her mentor's legs."Don't worry about yesterday; today is a new day and we'll make the most of it." Valerie could feel that the crotch of her panties was thoroughly soaked!"How about we undress?" Valerie breathlessly whispered."Let's," Moira said, impulsively sliding her fingers under the elastic of Valerie's drenched panty crotch, feeling her pussy as she had.