” She justifies. “I am sure she will, once I give it to her; I just want to get something as close as possible so I may not have to return it. S...e will just get the money back and delay buying something nice until she ‘loses weight’.” I chuckle and she nods in understanding. Sensing my frustration, she moves on, weaving through the racks like a trained blood hound. I find it so easy to walk a few feet behind her, watching her firm ass wiggle in her jeans, her slim waist line begging to be. I still preferred the girls but I had some new ideas now. A thick, scented, wax candle wrapped in cling film proved a fine substitute cock. One end in my snatch and the other inside Mel's cunt or up her arse. Or vice versa if Mel was on top at the time. Not a perfect solution, the main draw back was having it slip out of one of us as we were on our way to a howling orgasm but practice with tightening our vagina muscles on it, or Jimmy and Peter's cocks, soon made that event very rare. If Mel. "Well, we needn't worry about interruptions here," Liz was determined not to let the opportunity to use Sir Geoffery's equipment go to waste. "How are we going to organize this?"Julia picked up a set of leather cuffs. "I'd really like to try these and I think Hannah should to, so why don't you pick some stuff Liz and do your worst on us?"Liz looked a little disappointed for a moment. "Well," she said. "I want to feel what some of this stuff is like too. But maybe I can put something on myself. The woman had her arms tightly around the girl’s thighs and was ramming her face against the steaming pussy. The tongue was relentless. It sank deep into the girl. It would withdraw to dance around the luscious lips. Then it would dive back in to electrify the girl once again. Angel was writhing and twisting as her body was swept away in shock after shock. The older woman felt it. The slight stiffening of the girl’s body. The increasing intensity of her breathing. The woman’s tongue was deep.