Now I feel it, his hand with the slightest pressures slowly finding its way up my bare thigh, around my curvaceous hip and up my torso. It turns to fe...ather like brushes against my collarbone. He leans over my ear and whispers, "Mmm. Beautiful." I lean back into him, and turn my head to allow him access to my neck. He places light kisses behind my ear, all the time tracing his fingers delicately from my chin, down my neck, to my collarbone and the tops of my breasts. The kisses become insistent. I love when he does that, Deedee, I feel even more like a Real Women when his dick is so hard and driving like that in my mouth. He knows I can’t take ALL of it in, so he’s real careful about that. My Daddy’s cock is going in and out of my mouth, and Mommy is watching and feeling my hair and telling me I am such a good Real Woman and Daddy is saying Baby baby baby and then he is starting to get into his UH UH UHs and he takes a big breath and says DON’T SWALLOW, OKAY, DON’T SWALLOW, JUST HOLD. The scent of the soap lingered in the bathroom and I deeply inhaled the fragrance emanating from her body. Sara turned round, facing me and ran her fingers through her hair as her body became soaked through. Her clit and her fully engorged dark pink inner lips looked even more beautiful from the front. With a wicked smile on her lips she took another dollop of shower gel in her hands and began to cover her breasts with it. Rotating her hands around she flicked her nipples between her fingers.. It just caught me off guard. It's one thing to expect to see a dripping, pink pussy...been there. But to see this huge hunk of throbbing manhood merely inches away was flabbergasting. I was in such shock my jaw could have easily dropped but I didn't want to send the wrong signal."Can I get a little help please. My clitty is begging for relief." Her eyes and tone were so sad and pleading. I was tempted for a micro-second but I couldn't jeopardize my membership in the Lesbian Union so I had to.