The tip smelled like grapejuice. I tapped the soccer mom on the shoulder."Hi. Is this yours?"She leaned out into the aisle and turned, and gave me a n...ce smile. "Yes, sorry." She took the marker. I expected her to turn away but she didn't. Instead she looked at me, appraising."I hope my kids aren't too noisy." Another smile."Not at all. I've got nieces and nephews. You look like you've got your hands full," I said. She rolled her eyes."I feel like a tour guide," she replied."Going to Dallas?" I. "Just our resident space case," the girl hollered back.There was a short pause, and then Joyce Summers peeked into the foyer."Buffy? Where were you? I was expecting you'd be back from school anhour ago." We had a meeting with Mr. Giles and a couple of my friends," Iexplained and flashed her a slightly strained smile. Dawn gave me amischievous look. The little sister was shamelessly enjoying myoccasional bouts of absentmindedness and the comic relief they provided."Oh, I see," Joyce said. "You. Sharon then slowly began her descent down the woman's beautiful form. First a stop to suckle at her breasts for a time before moving on down. Laying kisses, licks and nibbles along the way. Once she reached the damp red mound, she dove in with abandon. First licking at the lips and then inserting her tongue in as deep as it could go into the red's succulent opening.Greg could take no more! With one step he was fully in the room. He wore nothing. His hairy chest was heaving and his hands shook. Oh, the glory of being filled and thrusted so deliberately…her mind was about to explode… Her moans got louder and her breathing more feverish with each time he withdrew ever so slightly and then deliberately rammed it straight back in again… ‘Oh…yessssss….yes….oh god….don’t…stop…..oohhh…fuck…..’ He seemed to sense her level of approaching climax and slowed down, reaching forward, fondling her breasts as they swayed with the movement of their bodies rocking together. She tried to get up on her.