I wanted to taste it. I wanted to taste Her. I looked up to her and asked softly "Mistress, may sherry have a taste of your pussy, again?"Her eyes spa...kled as She smiled down to me. "Since you asked correctly and didnt try while you were so close to temptation. you may, My sherry. but only a single lick for now, you will have plenty of opprotunity to taste it tonight."I lifted myself up and kissed the swell of her pale cleavage. "Thank You, Mistress." I then slid down and extended my tongue to. The last I heard, Cicely had moved to New Jersey or some other state out East. Ask your parents. Maybe they know."And she was off to work.I found myself wandering down the Strip, throwing a few bucks at slot machines and marveling how times had changed over the years. It was past eleven and things were really alive on the Strip. I was feeling a little lonely while toying with a second martini when my cell rang."Hey, Cousin, it's Mila. I'm at the club and one of the girls asked about you. She. I still need to get going.”The guy running everything rolled his eyes. “Fine…Kristen, get up.” She stood and he dragged her into the bathroom. I heard a crash of water on skin and a shout of surprise. “What the fuck?”“Caitlin’s right, it’s only fair.”Kristen came out toweling the cold water off her body. She gave me a dirty look. “Can we do this now?”“When I say go.” We crawled on the bed and forced our bodies together, pussies only inches apart. “Ready?”“Yes.”“Go!”Kristen was determined, but I. I cupped my hands around her buttocks and lifted until our waists were touching. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, and as I kissed her she began to grind her hips against me. As her skirt rode up, I could feel her wet sex pressing against me through the pantyhose she was wearing. I set her down for a moment, and she read my mind. She quickly pulled off her pantyhose, then jumped back at me and wrapped her legs around my waist like a spider monkey.She started off franticly dry-humping.