She giggled again and she got up and brought her pussy close to my face...the raw smell of her aroused pussy hit me hard and i could smell the funkine...ss of last nite's multiple orgasms and she tasted wilder than the previous nite...while i could feel my cuz using her wet and hot mouth on me i returned the favour by licking, nibbling and fucking Rach with my tongue....she was moving hard on my face and i could make out that she was really enjoying the tongue lashing.....her juices were running. Then the two clips at my shoulder pop and it just flutters to the floor. My pussy so wet and dripping I whimper please Master May I please cum my body squirming in front of all. No not yet pet but I will give you relief from this as you remove the egg from my wet pussy. My knees give a bit but relief is short lived. My body is being covered with oil, hands and mouths. I gasps as I feel fingers slipping into my pussy at the same time a wet hot tongue is rubbing my clit another is licking me from. It did make getting an acrophobic cat out of a tree a snap though.I handed the still silent cat off to Miranda before jumping to the ground. Both cat and girl eyed me curiously while I dusted bits of bark off my palms and jeans. The cat was the first to break the silence with a chirruping meow. Miranda responded as if answering a question."That's what I want to know. How did you manage to do that so... so... gracefully?"I laughed at that. "You should see me on the dance floor." I executed a. Boxers. Gray. Very manly. And a huge bulge! Joan leaned forward, tracing his hardness with her tongue, up and down slowly. Paul stopped breathing. Joan looked into his eyes and sucked lightly on the head, still through the fabric. Then she reached for the waistband, pulling it slowly down, freeing her treasure. She looked down, seeing Paul for the first time in so many years. She had forgotten how large he was. For a moment she wondered, then remembered he had fit deliciously before. She licked.