She reminded Monica of that woman named Ashley, that does the cable news program. She wasn't sure if it was the shape of her face or the tone and atti...ude in which she seem to carry herself. They both seemed very confident, head-strong and in control. And this woman was definitely in control of her father at the moment as she walked in front of him, berating him."The next time I come over here..." Monica hear the woman say in a firm voice, "...I expect you to be already dressed! Am I. When my tongue slid lovingly into her pretty little pussy, she opened-up wide, and a big glop of Ted’s still-warm come oozed out onto my tongue. “I saved it for you,” she grinned. “Doesn’t Ted taste wonderful?”I had to agree that Ted’s sperm was pretty tasty. “But you taste much better,” I smiled, as her own juices followed Ted’s onto my lapping, swirling tongue.When we finally did our usual clit on clit grinding, I remarked that she seemed to ooze much more juice onto my bush than usual. “Some. " Splashing the wine hurriedly into the glasses she passed Hope her's and slumped gracefully onto her own bed, swirling the red liquid in front of the light. "So, come on, why so desperate for company?" What?" Hope sipped at her drink, peering over the top of the glass as Yvonne rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling."You. You don't seem that insecure, so it's not a validation thing. Why is it so important that you find someone." I don't... I don't know, really." This time Yvonne. “Do you like me like this Krishna?” she asked. I couldn’t see much of her as the candle did not reflect sufficient light except to show us as silhouettes. In my bedroom I had the emergency light and asked her if we could go in. She got up most gracefully and leading me by my hand, she walked in, on the way, dropping off her nightie. And as we entered my room, she turned to me, removed my open shirt and pulled away my dhoti, making me as naked as she. We stood there looking each other in the.