She reciprocated with strokes of her own and told me, "You feel so nice. Strength underneath, silky-smooth on top."I replied, "Those freckles of yours...drive me wild!" and started cataloging them on her head and neck with my mouth and tongue.While our tongues had an intimate conversation, we caressed each other everywhere in reach -- with just the right pressure and speed -- while we snuggled up.I slipped her blouse off her shoulders and she straightened her arms, letting it slip down to her. When their lips met, softly and slowly, Jessica immediately felt herself begin to gush between the legs. She helped herself to a kiss from each girl and then brought them together again.Walking around to the other side of the couch, Jessica took one of Rose’s hands and placed it on Rebecca’s breast. Rose instinctively began to rub her friend’s nipple, drawing a big smile from Jessica, who leaned forward and drew the girls into a three-way kiss. As she was doing so she reached her own hand out. You’ll see it as soon as you enter the room.The mirror is carefully angled to capture the queen-sized bed that fills my mid-twenties apartment bedroom, and as I admire my work, I can see in the background of the reflection the headboard you’ll undoubtedly have me gripping for dear life in T-minus thirty minutes. The sheets are freshly pressed, the duvet lovingly smoothed across, thousands of tiny threads bracing themselves for the pressure of our bodies pounding against them, our juices soaking. Smiles all around, their adventure could continue uninterrupted, no rush to complete their odyssey of sexual experiments. They settled down for breakfast, laughing and joking as if all was normal and that they had not spent the past twelve hours screwing each other.The ladies competed to serve Mark coffee or toast or jam or whatever, touching his neck seductively with soft fingers or brushing against his shoulder with a hip or a breast. The object of this attention smiled contentedly like a.