After we quickly finished our drinks, Alison sprawled herself out on the bed and beckoned me with her eyes. As I joined her on the bed she opened her ...highs wide and I slid my way between them. The aroma of her pussy filled my nostrils and wafted through the room as I began lapping at the luscious folds and as I did so a little whimper escaped from Alison's mouth. Alison quickly started to respond to my efforts, pushing her vulva up towards my mouth, and squeezing her own breasts, pinching her. I nearly giggled at this thought but knew that it would spoil the moment. Meanwhile I was shocked at how turned on I was by what Brenda was doing to me! It was as if she'd done it dozens of times before - but I knew she hadn't. Neither one of us had ever done anything this uncon- ventional before. But it seemed as if she knew every little fold and crevice and instinctively knew where I liked to be licked the best. Feeling her broad, swift tongue working it's way up and. Ophelia stepped up to the microphone. “Thank you all for coming; we are A-Minor, I’m Ophelia, he’s Tyler; just so you know, we are looking for a drummer. We hope you enjoy our music.” They played for about half an hour; the music was mesmerizing. Somewhere in the middle of the second song, Ophelia’s melodic voice pulled me from the lounge into a world of private bliss. Following the show, Ophelia and Tyler joined our table; looking me directly in the eyes Ophelia said, “Hey, you must be. .Well, you're right. "So, where do you live now?" Does that make me sound like a demented stalker? I think not...Jeanie didn't seem to note the possible implications and answered smilingly, "Just across town actually. I always loved this house and I guess subconsciously I just couldn't move too far away from this place." I continued nodding and smiling, a combination that made Jeanie smile queerly in answer. Returning her attention back to her beloved piece of furniture, I decided it was.