Michael came and leaned over the couch behind me, lifted my head back by my chin and kissed me deeply. Parker sat on my right and lowered my top so he...could see my bra (the dress is quite low-cut and short, but still warm because it is wool). I saw the light get turned off (we could still see because of the light from the window) and I felt Jared sit down on my right and he put his hand up my dress. Michael stopped kissing me and walked around the front of the couch and knelt in front of me. Holding his head, I opened my legs wider adrift. How soft was his tongue, how soft was everything. Only his nibbling teeth were hard. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** After that first heavy lick I couldn’t have cared if her husband walked in or not. Timothy might have been one of my best friends, but she was delicious. Her pussy was cool water to a man in the desert. Sweeter than ice-cream, and more flavorful than any steak. Over and over I plunged my tongue into her, trying to flood my mouth with that. My eyes lifted to her face in the mirror, jaw slack, eyes unfocused. The reflection's eyes met mine and she smiled for a moment before sinking back into the haze of sensation.She whimpered as my hand slid up one thigh to run up the fuzzy crease between her leg and her groin. I could feel how swollen her outer lips were."Please," she breathed."Please what?" Please touch my cuuuuuuuuuuuh! Oh! Oh!" Fuck, you're wet, you little slut," I told her. "You want something in this slick little hole?" Uh. They each shaved themselves, yet seemed more interested in watching the other than in focusing on getting the job done. Eventually, they left the shower and Tom brushed and dried Angie's hair. He kept checking to see if her hair was dry by running his fingers through her mane. Quite by accident, his fingers always seemed to continue beyond her hair and down her body. They both enjoyed every minute.In the guest bath, Lynn disrobed and looked at herself in the mirror. It had been a long time.