“Okay, now lick this pussy.” Mistress May said.This time, Dan recognized the pussy he was licking. It was Pam’s. He licked and sucked, but notic...ed a flavor he wasn’t used to. His face must have reflected his puzzlement because Mistress May cooed in his ear, “Do you like the taste? That is your wife’s pussy, but my other pet came in it while you licked me and then that other pussy. So clean it out good.”Dan dove in with his tongue deep into Pam’s pussy, digging for the creamy cum that the other. I tried to concentrate on the passing darkness outside my window, but my mind kept returning to the vaguely familiar, and if I should admit to myself, extremely hot bodied lady sharing the train car with me. From the corner of my eye I saw her start to shuffle around in her seat and look to her right and pick up the dirty magazine. Odd, I thought to myself, to be reading something so sexual in public. With a shrug, I turned back to my window and tried not to think about the woman, the dirty. She spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking in the canyon, among theflowers, pausing, occasionally, to dance and prance, her breastsbouncing and her buttocks flexing, as a lightness of being filled herheart and mind as if it were helium; sometimes, she imagined that shedrifted, like a cloud, across the countryside, or flew, flitting fromflower to flower, like a butterfly. Such were the thoughts that nymphsentertained, she told herself, when they strolled through the gardens ofthe earth, and. "And I suppose that he often kissed you," I asked quietly. Theteenager's blush deepened. She nodded. I squeezed her arm reassuringlywith my hand and rested my other hand gently on her thigh. She looked downat it as I continued to whisper into her ear. "Did he used to touch yourbreasts?". For the first time she looked at me with some alarm but I justheld her tightly. "Well?" I asked, "did he?" There was a pause and I could feel her excited but now apprehensiveyoung body beside me trembling.