I walked up to her and told her, “let me do it.” “What?” She asked. “Let me scratch your ass mother,” I insisted. “Tu meri gaanr khujlay...ga?” “haan ma.” Without waiting for her answer, I raised her sari to the hip and pulled down her white panty. I took it in my hand and looked at it; the back portion of her panty had got yellowish with all the scratching. I brought it to my nose and sniffed at it. “Gandhi kya sukh raha hai, khujla jaldi,” she requested. I rubbed the panty over her face and. Her eyes widened as a gallery of photos filled the screen, every one depicting female nudity ... and nearly all of them featuring two or more women having sex. There were a few solo shots, but the overwhelming majority of these pictures were of lesbian lovers.Cyndi's pulse throbbed as she slowly scrolled through them, catching glimpses of women engaging in all kinds of loveplay together. She paused, breathing "Oh, wow," at a photo of a teenage girl, her mouth fastened to an older woman's. Then, suddenly, I knew what to do – there was one final thing to do, to make my sexual conquest of Carla complete – and it was something very fitting, and something that I suspected she might not have experienced before. I urged her to her feet, and then told her to stand with her back leaning against the lockers and her legs well apart. She did not question this at all (confirming yet again my deduction that lesbian sex in a locker room was as natural to her as a duck taking to water),. Then he repeated it. His saliva flowed freely, too. Sir Thor's dick was covered with it, making it slick and slimy feeling. And, for some weird reason, it felt very erotic to Jane/Joe's mouth.As he sucked, he could feel Sir Cougar's thumb rubbing back and forth over his cock head. It was driving him wild. The sensation was one that made him want to cum, but the damn cock ring prevented that release. It was exquisite and pleasurable torture. And, try as he might, he couldn't extinguish the.