Without a moment's hesitation, I begin to slowly kiss your lips and gently spread them apart with my tongue. Tasting you for the first time in months ...is making my head spin and I feel your hand press on the back of my head and your hips begin to grind into my face. I can't get enough as I hear your breathing get louder and soft moans begin to come from your mouth. I slowly slide my hand up your inner thigh and begin to tease your tight pussy... gently stroking one finger up and down in unison. I didn't do muchelse, just watched some TV (Marie showed me how to sit with my legscrossed). It was weird when I would look down and see MY legs stickingout of a mini-skirt. I would never mention it to them, but it wasn't allthat horrible (I can't believe I'm thinking this). The skirt was verycomfortable. Anyway, after dinner I walked into the living room. "Wow Jessica. You really catch on fast. You look very natural walking inheels. You're a natural. Even the REAL Jessica wasn't that. She was dressed, sort of, in a one-piece set of bloomers, that were somewhat old-fashioned, but incredibly sexy with the ties to the crotch and the top undone. The effect had her sex open and ready, like she was offering herself as a meal. Her breasts were out and hanging free from the opening at her chest, the dark pink tips stiff in plain arousal. She was looking back at me with a seductive smile, like some Parisian courtesan, her fingers beckoning me to enter, to take her. Her long dark hair. ‘You look like hell,’ Ronnie stated. ‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘Rough night.’ ‘Another nightmare?’ Devon asked me. I looked at him for a moment and nodded. Billy sat down at the table, across from me. ‘So?’ he asked. I looked at him for a moment. ‘So, what?’ ‘What happened?’ he asked, obviously getting impatient. ‘Saturday, I mean. I thought you were ready.’ I looked at him for a moment. ‘I was,’ I said. ‘I mean, I thought I was. I don’t know. I panicked, so I went outside for some air. Then I ran into.