Her nipples were not as prominent as her mother’s in scope, but they were, if anything, a little longer than her mom’s. She, too, was well tanned... and the short skirt of her dress showed off her very shapely legs to their best. She handed us our glasses and sat above the steps to the porch, folding one leg under her and stretching the other down the steps. I noticed she had not smiled since she arrived on the porch and seemed a little cowed. We continued to talk about little things like. We ate in a room lit by candles in antique lamps while something other-worldly played, something by Arvo Pärt. Finally, with the second bottle of wine, the evening began to shine for us and conversation became natural. The candlelight flickered on her skin. When she moved quickly I almost saw ghost images following her.At some point I made up a little haiku about her house and its atmosphere. I did it off the top of my head. Haikus are so easy. All you have to do is count the syllables, and it. “I can put it wherever you like.”Knowing it was her turn to undress, Kendra turned her back to Blake. She kicked off her heels and reached behind her, unzipping her black skirt. She let it slide over her shoulders and drop to the floor. Blake had a great view of Kendra’s round ass, covered in just a pair of pink, lace panties. Kendra unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.Kendra grabbed the waistband of her underwear and pushed it down her legs. After they were off, she looked back at Blake and. He lapped at her once more, savoring her sweetness then raised his head, lips glistening with her nectar, slipping his hands up to grasp her hips tightly. Through half lidded eyes she looked to see his shining brightly, then her view lowered to the sight of the blunt head of his shaft standing in relief over the curve of her pelvis. She moaned deeply as he pulled her up onto his spread thighs, the hardened shaft pressing tightly along her still quivering sex. Still weak and not recovered as yet.