"Such a pretty bottom." observed Sophie calmly. Her eyes shone withwicked delight. It was absurdly easy, she thought. Her mother's girlieswere so weak..... weak when confronted by girls anyway, quite incapable ofdodging their demands. Boys in general were inferiors. The idea they grewto form the toughest gender was laughable.Veronica followed her lead and hauled Pompom face down across the bed,straggling his back so she could clamp his defenceless bottom between herknees. SMACK! There was a sharp. She also wore toe rings and anklets. With tattoos all over her including some that where on the top of her feet. She was also very tanned in colour. Everything about her was incredible. People would also describe her feet as the facehuggers as they were big and meaty. She asked how smelly I wanted them. Being over confident and cocky, I requested as absolutely stinky as she could. She was more than happy to oblige. Bearing in mind I’ve sniffed some pretty funky smelling feet in the past but I. She sucked my balls and under the balls. My dick was 90 degrees again. We kissed each other and I removed her panty. I went near her pussy, it was dark and as I went near it. It had a nasty smell. I didn’t want to lick them. But before I could move she pressed my face to her pussy.All I could do was to lick it. I kissed on her inner thigh near her pussy. I kissed in her hair and put my tongue out and licked near her pussy. I kissed in her pussy and licked them slowly. As I kissed on her small. Enough to see that the faerie and the two girls had separated themselves off into a tender rather loving triangle of pressed flesh, their breasts, hips and mouths all entwined; their fingers each lost and frantically probing and caressing in an ever increasing flood of erotic passion. They were of an age for each other, the trio of young women, and it was soon apparent that the lonely water-girl much preferred their dalliance right now, rather than with us older ‘mature’ women. Heck, I was.