The holiday went on and we were into the 2nd week and every night this lad made a beeline for Jane he was bringing drinks over and asking if she wante...d to dance when the disco came on at night, it was just like a holiday crush but he was a young man, Sue and I were up dancing one night and Jane was sat there laughing at us trying to dance I waved her up and she mouthed no chance, but this lad seen us and he walked over to Jane and grabbed her hand and pulled her over to us and started dancing. Us having sex. Is that you fucking up?”Molly’s expression didn’t change. Not humor, not discomfort, not anything. “I don’t know.” she told me plainly. “I mean, if you were to view this from the outside, probably I shouldn’t be having sex with you. I shouldn’t have had sex with Carson either. But I had sex with both of you. It’s probably really weird for me that I had sex with you specifically after all this, but we’re here now.” She put a hand on my thigh and made a facial expression I had. ‘You can if you’re Alissa. I think I got a letter that was meant for you.’ I said holding up the big envelope. She looked down at the envelope and smiled ‘Oh, thank you! Yes I am Alissa, Alissa West. I just moved in and I suppose the postman doesn’t know my name yet.’ As she said this she opened the door wider and I got a better view of her. She was quite stunning even in a towel. She was a couple of inches taller than me, maybe five-eight or so, big breasted, flat stomach, curvy hips, long. At the same time I felt her slippery fingers move over my pussy, one of them slid into my opening.I was lying on my back, legs up and open and, oh God, her mouth was right down between them. She slid her finger into me then out again while she mouthed my clitoris. What she was doing was sending very, very luscious feelings through me. Then Betsy varied her pattern, abandoning my poor clitoris for a moment and tonguing my sensitive inner lips.When she returned to my clit, her tongue began.