She's the best rug muncher I have and they're all good." What's her name?" I asked."Monique."Monique would nibble her lips up and down her mistress's ...olds, slither her tongue up her sheath, take a long swipe of her tongue up her slit, stopping short of the clit, and begin again, all the while sliding a moist finger from her anus, along the perineum, dipping momentarily into her cunt for more lubrication, then repeating that cycle. Brianna's breathing grew heavier, faster, and I could see her. A third had tits shaped like a honeydew melon cut in half. The fourth... Their nipples and areolas ... everything from itty bitty pink areolas and nipples to dark brown bowls with finger-sized projections. I dare not forget those with cute little puffy things that were ever so sensitive. So many. So beautiful. So close. So different. And so delicious. If that wasn’t enough, every woman there was bald down there. Every little clitty stood hard and proud. On another occasion, a nice little clitty. Mitch stroked Blackie’s head, then moved the same hand to my wet pussy, the pussy he had only minutes earlier deposited his seed. He stoked me, separating my lips and slipping a finger inside, then bringing that finger to Blackie’s nose who stopping looking to us for any indication of acceptance, and moved forward to lick the presented finger. When Mitch pulled his hand away, Blackie moved up, sniffing, his nostrils flaring as he gathered in the scent, a scent that from now on would be known to. I checked my watch ... ten hours and counting. I didn't think he'd be too upset, but it'd been a nice thing. We never got in each other's way. We weren't possessive. We liked the same movies. Like I said, it'd been a nice thing. I realized then that I'd probably miss him more than I'd suspected. He treated me well, and that counted for a lot."Oh well," I told myself. "That's how they go."I went to make lunch and discovered I was nearly out of food. Technically it was Adrienne's turn to shop,.