I walked up to her and introduced my self. She was very nice and we soon talked for hours. She mostly complainted abot her boyfrind and we talked abou... our friends. She asked me why I walked up to her and I said it was her legs that made me walk up to her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out for a cigarette. this was in a house so I followed 5 minutes later. Outside I can tell she was drunk from the cosmos and she talked some more on how she has not had sex in 4 months. I was really. One thing I'd never heard escape the lips of Miss Johanna Solheim was the typical 'my parents are sooooo old/boring/uncool/etc." To be honest, I was looking forward to meeting a couple that could produce a Jo."See," she said, "you're thinking again, aren't you?" Guilty," I said. "Was just thinking of some of those other reasons. Came up with a flute solo." Speaking of," she said, " can you read music?" Yeah, why?" I mean, can you read music and translate it to your banjo?" I am not as. It traced a slippery trail from the opening of her pussy up to her clit, then went to work. Sarie’s pelvis hitched as Angie devoured her. Moaning, she felt herself tense and twitch when that slim finger entered her. It curled in her pussy, sending shock waves through her body. Sarie’s head rolled on the table, the room swimming around her. A tall form in one of the doorways caught her eye. She stilled her head and focused. “Mr. Downey!” Yanking her skirt down, Sarie sat upright. Angie. Looking down she saw Jenny's gooey tongue lapping away starting from her messy lips, down her chest and finally circling her belly button now covered with a combination of sauce, cream, cum and fruit juice. Jenny let a line of sauce cover Gracies chest followed by a stream of cream. Jenny rubbed another strawberry around Gracie's sloppy lips, down her chest and circled the tip of Gracie's now hard as steel girl cock.Gracie took the other bottle of whipped cream and spurted out a creamy line.