Stay just like that, let me scoot down,” Amy instructed, putting her hands on Kim’s firm, round ass and lifting her a few inches so that she could...slide down between her sister’s thighs until her face was right beneath her dripping snatch. She guided Kim down until her pelvis was less than a couple inches from touching her nose, then she used her thumbs to pull those puffy wet lips all the way open. She raised her head off the bed with her tongue just barely poking out from between her lips and. The lights were out, she was slumbering with quiet regular breath. Up came my prick again, my fingers slid between the cunt-lips, felt the signs of my last pleasure, she awakened. “Oh! don’t.” She was ill, sore, very sore, I was unkind; but what woman can refuse the cock which has just wetted her. Now was a prolonged fuck; then over-come with fucking, worn with excitement, I fell sound asleep.When I awakened the sun-light struggling through the red curtains cast a pink tint over every thing. We. "Looks like it," I replied."He's very handsome," Mara added, referring to the young, muscular African."He is," I replied in agreement.For a few minuets neither of us said anything more. Then Mara broke the silence."Am I a slut?" What?" I said, turning my head to look over at her."Do you think I'm a slut?"We made eye contact, and even though we were both wearing sunglasses, I could see Mara's eyes looking through hers into mine."I don't think of you as a slut," I answered her, without any. You decide that it’s too quite, so you look thru the cd collection that I’ve brought and find a couple of your favorite artists. You place them in the player and turn the volume up. You begin to sway back and forth as you listen to Diana Krall’s, ‘The look of love’. In the background you hear the shower running, as you realize that I left the bathroom door open. You dance your way toward the door and lean against the doorframe watching me thru the glass door of the shower. You think to.