After everyone had their punch and cookies Marion asked Anna, “Do you know why you’re hear, dear?” Anna took a sip of her drink and answered sof...tly, “To service you and Miss Evelyn, ma’am!” Marion by now had had a chance to give the young blonde a going over, and her pussy had begun to dampen at the prospect of having such a young girl nursing at her breasts and sucking her hairy pussy!!! Marion and Evie were both single lesbians who were now in their early sixties, who had met several years. He reversed their positions, as his fingers tried to bury themselves into her dripping cunt, she pushed down on his shoulders needing some oral stimulation. He took the hint pushing the tight skirt she wore up around her waist. He pulled the tiny piece of fabric that concealed her steaming slit down her legs in one fluid stroke. Lynn deftly stepped out of small red panties and Jim picked them up bringing them to his nose sniffing in her scent. She rubbed her clit needing some kind of release.. Not that he’d ever given her any real reason to doubt him, but she’d always felt a kind of anxiety over other girls’ aggressive tactics possibly proving to be too much temptation for even the most outwardly committed of men. She’d had a tendency to date more conservative college guy types in her previous relationships so the last five years had offered new challenges and Megan had been surprisingly territorial despite her efforts to always play things off as the ‘cool girlfriend.’ While she had. “Last time I heard, the only thing you played was racquetball.”“Yeah. Imagine my surprise to find out it was a sport,” I chuckled. I pulled my shirt down and she pulled it back up to poke at my stomach again. Finally, she let the shirt fall back down.“You got washboard abs from playing racquetball?”“Well, not just. It was from all the training.”“Training for what?”“Intercollegiate National Championships and the National Singles Championships,” I said calmly. Well, hell. I was proud of it. This.