Suddenly, I was naked, lying on the bed in front of him. Bob slipped his hands under my buttocks, drawing me toward his tongue. I gasped loudly as his...tongue licked the full length of my slit. I raised my hips to get closer to his wildly thrusting tongue."Oh god! What are you doing to me?" I groaned. Jolts of electric pleasure were invading my whole body. Black Bob never answered, as he raced his tongue faster and deeper into me. My thighs were quivering, my buttocks spasmed and I cried out. “Does your husband ever fuck you like this?” heasked me. I said no, and asked him not to stop. Helaughed and got the other vibrator out. It was smallerand shaped different. “Does your husband ever fuck yourass?” he asked. “No!” I said. I asked him not to putanything in my ass, but the truth is at that moment Iwanted him to.I tried to get away from him, but there was nothing Icould do. When he first started pushing it into me, Ithought I would die. I had never. I can't help you if you don't show me the wound."She fumbled with the buttons and zipper in her jeans and with a tentative but smooth motion she drew her pants, as well as her panties, down to mid-thigh.I almost fell back in surprise as her little pussy came into view but, despite my surprise, I looked eagerly at it. It was the first one I had seen in all my fifteen year old life, except for once in some magazines. There was nothing special about it. It was just a rather high hill, coated with. They were perfectly sized; developed, but not too big, with small rosy pink erect nipples capping each of them off. Her ass was just as perfect; Ron’s cock gave another twinge as he got a nice long look at her ass, perfectly framed in a small blue silk thong.‘Mmmmmmm!’ moaned Fleur, rubbing her clit through her panties and staring at herself through the mirror. All of a sudden, her eyes caught a glimpse of Ron through one of the cracks in the stall door. ‘Who iz zat!’ groaned Fleur, still.