Karen was nearly as grief- stricken as Laura, for she too had made love with Rina many times. They talked softly, solemnly, unable to shake the gloom....I miss her so much," Karen confessed. "But I also feel guilty. I feel like I'm partly responsible for what made him kill her." Think how I feel," Laura said. "I seduced her. The very first time. She would never have thought of it if I hadn't wanted her." I know. But you didn't force her."For some reason, this started Laura's tears. They seemed to. “Mmmmmm!” Sally sighed.She twisted around, viewing her exposed sex in the mirror, studying herself from different angles. How different her tight slit looked, compared with Countess Octavia’s loose labia with all the wrinkles and folds. Sally felt an almost irresistible impulse to masturbate, knowing that in a short time she would be intimate once again with the enigmatic aristocrat.Suddenly her bedroom door burst open.“What the fu... , “a female voice began.“Oh that’s it! Just fucking burst. I wanted her horny and wet, vulnerable. I rudely pushed her thighs apart exposing the tiny strip of red lace. It was just a formality, that tiny bit of fabric; a tease that barely covered her moist labia. I teased her by stabbing her with my pointed tongue through the material, putting just enough pressure against her clit to excite her.“Baby,” she moaned as she squirmed.I tongued up and down the moist fabric, my strong hands clutching her ass, pulling her tight to me. She'd tossed her head. The racing cars started sounding like a sewing machine, but once I was fully conscious I could hear how Christy was puttering around in her room getting all her computer stuff up and running. It was a noisy job.I was in the kitchen brewing up the afternoon pot when Christy stepped in the room. Her arms held something behind her back. "Ready for a surprise?" she piped. I nodded in reply. I wasn't big on surprises, but hers had me intrigued.She flapped her arms and unfurled, holding up against.