“Not yet!” I said.I flipped her over on her stomach in one fast move and climbed on top of her and whispered in her ear. “Did I ever tell you ho... much I love your ass?” I said. “Your foxy ass has been driving me crazy, and now it’s mine. I’m going to lick your fine ass.”“Oh, God,” she sighed as I moved down behind her into perfect position.For the next twenty minutes I licked the rim of her bunghole and tongue-fucked her ass as she moaned and grinded her sweet butt into my face. I spread her. Close to coming already, he gently pulled her away, lifted her up and then carried her to the soft inviting bed.Emma was in heaven as she ran her fingers through his chest hair, which was a lot softer than it looked; he leaned down and licked at her soft breasts, down her sweet belly, sucked her eager cock again for a moment before licking her soft hairless sack. He then lifted her legs and she gasped audibly as his tongue lapped at her sweet little anus, probing deep and making her little. Her ‘death’ had been like much of the encounter, an illusion. Laying there, Terry slowly opened her eyes. She did not understand why Lana was crying over her, was she was so sad. Softly, she called ‘Lana.’ In pure shock Lana opened her eyes, staring down in wonder at her revived friend. ‘You’re alive!’ She cried out, throwing her arms around Terry in a great big hug. ‘Of course I am.’ Terry relied. ‘You saved me.’ Fighting back her tears, Lana held onto her friend tightly. She wanted to never. When I lived with my parents I’d always slept naked. I didn’t see the point of pyjamas. I was sleeping on my own and didn’t have anyone to cover up for. When I spent the night with one of my boyfriends (I’d always tell my parents I was with a girlfriend) pyjamas would just have gotten in the way. I certainly wasn’t going to wear pjs when I slept with my husband!..This left me with a little dilemma, though. I didn’t have time to wash and dress and the only other thing I had to wear was a short,.