Not quite believing this was happening, Sophie and I exchanged a bemused look before following Tara and the security guard down a narrow corridor line... with concert posters, through a labyrinth of passages and staircases until we reached a door with a star containing the word “Tundra” tacked to it. “Have fun, ladies,” he smirked, his imagination no doubt working overtime. As he walked back to his post, footsteps echoing on the wooden floorboards, I took a deep breath. I wasn’t sure if I could. “Have fun.” I was sleeping when I heard her stumble in the house, with someone else? I heard her friend Kim’s voice and instantly thought, “Hmmm maybe a drunken threesome,” which I knew would never happen. She was saying thanks for the ride and telling her friend how much she loved her when things went silent. The sounds of moaning made me wonder exactly what they were doing. I slowly crept out of the bed to take a peek and what I saw completely shocked me. There was my conservative little. The room is so silent and still apart from the subtle movement of her positioning herself above his head and lowering herself slowly on to his face moving herself back and forth while his tongue explores her ever expanding swelling clitoris causing her to make the most beautiful moans of pleasure. How he wishes he could see the majestic sight that rises above him.Shortly, another sound draws his attention. It’s movement within the room but she is still above him, still keeping the same rhythm. Her breath hissed in on a gasp and her eyes fluttered closed. Her hand was steady on me, and she squeezed, her fingers moving over me, lightly, soft, exploring, her thumb rubbing over the mushroom head even as my own fingers caressed their way over her belly, through the fleece on her mound and down between her legs. Almost unconsciously, her legs separated and I slid my finger the length of her cleft, up to the hood of her clitoris, moving easily in her juices. I slid a finger, two, into her,.