We all knew this was quite an honor, sincehe was a famous couturier. He would also send his car and driver for me,so that I would be seen by everyone...as his special guest. He implied thatMommie should not interfere if she wanted her daughter to meet Prentiss,who was between girlfriends and reputedly looking for a wife. Withoutfanfare, he made me strip and measured me for his gown with both womenlooking on. I was terribly embarrassed with my pink ring showing, butGene just said, "I love your. I'm not sure if she's getting laid, and this intrigues me more thanit normally would. I might have a problem here. Her hair is back tonormal, shoulder length, straight and blond. She's had her makeupembedded, the way women have for a hundred years now. So she rolled outof bed and still has eyeshadow on.Of course she can change it. Use your head."There's no way to reverse this," Susan tells me what I already know."Your doctor isn't going to make it through this week, not after yourfather has. I put two fingers in and began fingering her. Her moans were getting louder and her body was beginning to move more. I took my fingers out and began to eat her out. I was licking her pussy like a mad man. Then all of a sudden she squirted all over my face."I forgot to tell you I'm a squirter. Sorry." I didn't mind, it turned me in more. I licked all the squirt that I could up and kissed her so she could taste herself. Then I flipped her over on her stomach. She said she liked it when the guy. You then stroke your hands up around the outside of my thighs and up to my hips and lean forward, placing three soft kisses at the top of my left thigh. I can feel your breath quicken and you lick your lips before placing three kisses at the top of my right thigh. Your cheek grazes the wet fabric clinging to my pussy. Your plan to slowly explore my body is lost. Your tongue laps at the fabric, pushing it into the shape of my lips until you slide the lace away from my hips before plunging your.