That. Feels. Fantastic, I moaned, timing the words to each deep thrust. She responded by flicking her tongue against my clit, causing me to stifle a g...sp. She picked up speed, but I knew she wasnt going to let me come until my request had been fulfilled. My clit was throbbing with anticipation. I was ready for the next step. The dildo stopped moving and I barely had time to protest before I was greeted with a new sensation: the slick heat of her tongue began gently circling my asshole, pulling. ” I glanced to my right. Melody’s grin was as broad as the room. I almost missed the first time Lissa’s hand dipped down into her pussy. The deep breath she took caused those magnificent breasts to rise and fall. Her eyes drifted closed and her legs parted to give her better access—and us a better view. I wanted to stroke myself. No; I wanted to jump up and plunge into that beautiful creature.I sat still.“I let all my barriers down the day Melody walked into the club. At first I just thought. She most definitely did not feel like she was being rescued. Felt like she was a lamb before the wolves.“D-Don’t think ... just because you ... helped me that I ... that I would...”“What? No no, it’s not like that,” Matt said, hands up in surrender. “We like you. You’re smart, you’re clever, and you’re so damn cute.”“You t-too? Do I ... d-d-do I look like a ... like a...” Like a whore, or slut, or some other stupid word that really meant nothing to any Kindred. “I’m not cute!”“Could have fooled. “Then she plans to come back when it blows over,” I asked.“She didn’t say,” Lucy informed me.“Well it is a back road and it is too late to go tonight. Tomorrow we can leave early and find it at least before dark. It is Saturday tomorrow, but there shouldn’t be too much traffic.” I explained my thinking as to why I didn’t rush right out looking for it. The truth was I didn’t care if the sawmill owner had it towed away. I had already said goodbye to Lorrie in my mind.During the evening of that.