"Nooooooooo" she quietly moaned."We haven't came together yet" I reminded her.She smiled and crawled seductively towards one corner as I lay back in m...ine. Spreading our legs, we inched forwards until both our throbbing, wet pussies were centimeters from each other. I could feel the heat pulsating off Sally's and knew mine would be the same.Without saying a word, we pushed forward and our pussies touched. We sat as forward as possible, kissing and playing slowly with nipples and breasts before. "Welcome to Oz, Danny," Ozma said sweetly. "It's good to see you again, myold friends," she added, nodding to the Scarecrow and Woodsman.Standing next to Ozma's throne was a small, lovely young woman, who stillkept a large bow in her hair. Although he had never met her in his life,Danny knew that this must be Dorothy. "Hello, Danny," Dorothy said. "I, morethan anyone here, know how far you've come to visit us." Amazing," Ozma said. "Who would have thought history could repeat itself?Well, I. “You know, pictures are worth a thousand words and all, but we don’t have to risk getting busted and sent home for you to show me pics of your tits on some website,” I told her. “After the way you tried to tear me a new asshole for just appreciating what you freely put on display, I have to say they are dead on about how you are acting. They are trying to tell you something. Maybe it is time to listen.”She stopped her bitch and moan session mid curse.Grabbing her phone she muttered under her. It’s a good way to warm up after a walk in the cold. Talk, get to know each other, cook together, eat and have a romantic stroll through a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting.”She looked at me in disgust. “My fourteen year old son has more ideas on how to date than I do.”“I need them. Do you SEE how badly out-numbered I am now?” I pointed out. “The trip to the Commons is a solid date. Call him around 10:30 and ask him about it. If he hasn’t made plans, suggest that.”She nodded. “I think I.