Melissa loosely fastened the belt around Louisa’s waist with the buckle centered on her back.“The fellows said that some fillies need a firmer han...d than others,” Melissa continued.Melissa pulled a long leather contraption out of the bag next. It was a leather strap about five feet long, one inch wide, and a quarter inch thick. In the center, the leather was formed into a cylinder about a half inch in diameter. Melissa climbed on the bed and held the center section next to Louisa’s mouth.. "Chris...please. It aches."I responded, teasingly, "What aches baby?"She moaned, "My pussy and my clit." Well I can fix that..."She practically tore my hair out pushing my head between her golden, toned legs. I knew just where to begin.I had to get all the whipped cream out of the way before I could get to the goods so I quickly lapped up all the sugary goodness. Combined with her sweet pussy juices that were seeping from her hole, it was one of the most delicious treats ever imaginable.Once. That thought gave me a feeling inside that I didn’t understand. It didn’t matter. I liked that feeling.I could feel the cold evening wind blow through my hair as I ran my hand through it, pulling it back out of my face. Unaware of the fact that I was preening for him. Then suddenly, very aware of the fact that he was enjoying the show that I was unknowingly giving him.For whatever our reason, we were drawn to one another somehow; neither one of us truly understood why. I could only guess that. "You know, Chuck, this all started when you gave me a ride. I wanna a ride right now." She paused. "What have you DONE to me. I'm all wet, and ... we just woke up together."I responded by hauling my own drawers down as she cleared the covers out of the way. Up until this point in my life I have never made love to a woman wearing a T-shirt. Can't say that now.We showered together, got out, attended to personal hygiene. I finished shaving. She was drying her hair."Let me help you with that," I.