‘You’re not my wife anymore, Ora,’ he said. ‘Go have Lee’s babies.’ Ora crumpled to the ground, her dress still around her feet, her arms ...rossed over her breasts and her face in the grass. She cried. And she cried. And she cried. That afternoon Ora’s half-brother Budd drove the borrowed carriage to take Ora, her matron of honor, Matty, and their mother Annie to the wedding. Annie sensed Ora’s feelings and tried to keep the conversation light, her daughter should be happier than this. ‘One. I took a deep breath, my small breasts rising, and sighed in irritation.“You must learn self-control. If you truly aspire to be a priestess, then you must control when you are aroused and when you are not. A priestess has perfect control of all her body's functions.”“Yes, Priestess,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.“I know you love the female form, but it requires more than love to be a priestess. It requires dedication to the lesbian sexual arts. You must rigorously study. Learn all your bodies. "I'll take Tiffany home, Ron would you take care of Brenda?" Thomasasked."I can get home alright," Brenda said. "I don't like guys to know where Ilive until I know them better, and Ron, I don't know you well enough justyet."Ron wanted to take Brenda home, but he wanted to take Tiffany even moreand the disappointment showed on is face."I'll see you tomorrow Brenda, and you too Tiffany," Ron said as he leftto find a taxi."Good night Brenda, call me when you get home, ready Thomas?". Olivia smiled and brought her mouth back down to where she had started. After her tongue had sluiced up the fresh nectar, she started licking and toying with her pussy lips. Jennifer’s plump lips were soft and smooth as a warm satin pillow, and Olivia’s tongue pampered them. Once again, after kissing Jennifer’s mons, she looked at the young blonde’s body, and was elated to see her movements. They were even more pronounced, with her luscious breasts swaying and bouncing, her lower body writhing.