He'd had only one moment of fear, when Kaylee had stepped from the police cruiser and scanned the growing crowd.But her eyes had passed over him as ha...d all the others.He'd followed her to the police station, even though he had wanted to stay at the scene until the bitch had been brought out. His need to be close to Kaylee had won him over and he'd followed the cruiser, staying far enough back that even the more experienced police officer hadn't noticed him.She'd been in there forever, making. “It most certainly was,” I replied. The rest of the night we spent dozing and loving. He took me in all sorts of ways, from behind, me on top, side by side. I had no idea there were so many different ways a girl could take her pleasure with a man. I have no idea how many times I came. He knew exactly where and how to touch and caress me, to pleasure me. I even let him take my arse – it was painful at first and quite uncomfortable but as he played with my breasts and clit he brought me to yet. I knew that she was off the pill, newly receptive to my seed. Had that knowledge distorted my perceptions? Perhaps. But still, she did smell fertile.I placed two fingers on her mound, just at the point where the pad splits into lips. I rubbed her there, pressing firmly enough that her flesh moved with my fingers, lightly enough that the fingers didn't move across her hair. Touch, though, was no longer enough; neither was sight, nor even smell.Just the tip of my tongue flicked just the edge of. Anna replied, "Tell me you are my slut. My dirty dyke pussy slut.”Inside Becca’s mind rebelled. I am not a lesbian slut she thought. But her body told her other wise. She had to cum and she could not!“I am you dirty lesbian slut,” Becca replied. She had no choice. She had to cum.“Again, louder!” Anna replied.“I am you dirty lesbian slut!” Becca answered, loudly.With that, Anna placed her tongue on Becca’s clit. She took it in her mouth. At the same time, she resumed her tapping. Anna was.