"Remove my stockings." Erica said, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out her leg.Tanya knelt down, and removed one of Erica's high heels. She...looked up her leg to the edge of her stocking, so close to her pussy that she was tempted to leave the stocking on. Resisting temptation, she allowed her fingers to glide up her leg, feeling the fabric, teased at what was underneath as she slipped her fingers into the top of the stocking."Lesbian law, number three." Erica said, "A woman is worth. Thank you, Adelaide.” I stopped her. Holy shit ... I had a semi-liquored version of her in my head. I also knew that waitresses pretty-up for work. I know girls don’t roll out of bed with 20+% tip makeup and hair. Yet, right now, while worried, eager, and dressed down, she looked incredible. She had a dark tan and black hair. She had big brown eyes that rallied and smoldered if I looked at them. She was tall, very much so next to Sherry, and had a big breasted hourglass figure.She had to be. With one hand on a small perky breast and the other making soft squelching noises in Diana’s pussy, Allison was more turned on that she’d been all night, especially with the rough attention being paid to her sensitive breasts. Diana gripped her right nipple firmly between her teeth and began to pull it away from Allison’s body, making the brunette’s back arch as she moaned and her fingers pressed more roughly into the wet pussy on her lap. When her nipple was burning with pain and completely. I groaned and rolled out of bed, and padded off to the bathroom for a piss. By the time I walked nude into the kitchen, Jennifer and the two little nymphs had left, and my wife was outside, slathering herself with coconut oil. The aroma in the kitchen was marvelous. I grabbed a couple of warm flour tortillas, filled them up with eggs, fried potatoes, chorizo, shredded cheese and salsa, poured a cup of much-needed coffee, and carried it all out onto the patio."Morning, Ben!" Todd sang out. He.