She knew she had compact firm boobs with stand up nipples, a tight stomach, a pear shaped plump bottom with thighs to match and as she pushed the door...bell, Miriam Norukami was ready to meet whoever showed up for dinner. She wasn’t ready for ‘Bad Gurl.’ The diminutive blue eyed, cropped blonde surf punk snarled, ?So ‘Daddy’s’ naughty girl is early. Well don’t just stand there, get your fat butt into the kitchen and get to work.?Miriam caught herself before she laughed. ‘Bad Gurl’s’ snarling. There we'll buy you all kinds of wonderful new clothes."Deal?" I smiled again.Brenda was staring at me like she was seeing me for the first time. "Ok. We'll do it like you said. I know Cindi loves you to pieces, and I'm starting to understand why."Brenda looked about thirty-nine-ish. She had a lean figure, medium length brown hair, and brown eyes. The age lines on her face might be due more to stress, than age, and I wondered if they would start to recede without George in her life.We were only. Is it Susan who makes her so passionate? wondered Charlotte. But she couldn’t be sure as Harriett seemed to be giving her great pleasure too as she nibbled Emma’s clitoris with her teeth, while Susan in turn squeezed her vagina tightly against her own. Or was it because I’m watching? Perhaps, Charlotte thought, my presence gives Emma just a bit more pleasure. Perhaps she gets sadistic pleasure out of my discomfort. Or maybe, and Charlotte was sure this was the real truth, she thinks I get. “I love you, Mitsuko.”“I love you, Sayuri.”The futa-ghost shivered, tears falling down on her lover's body as she kissed lower and lower. She stroked Mitsuko's stomach, nuzzling at her bellybutton. Her lover squirmed and moaned, tits bouncing. The scent of her tart musk drew nearer and nearer. Sayuri sank into the onsen's hot waters, pulling Mitsuko to the edge.And feasted on her lover's pussy.Wonder shivered through Sayuri as she felt Mitsuko's silky pubic hairs against her cheeks. She.