"I'll go along with them, and we'll wait for you in the supply room. Okay?" Melinda asked."Fine with me," Sandra answered. "Like I said, I'm almost do...ne here, so I won't be long."And so, the girls left Sandra behind and went to the supply room to put everything away and to resupply the housekeeping cart.While Sandra kept on rubbing at the stain on the floor, she couldn't help but wonder what it could be. If she didn't know better, it almost looked like paint. At least, the cleaning product from. This story is dedicated to my beloved friend and soul mate who passed away in November of 2002. Dana, I will always miss you terribly.I would like to thank those that helped me with the proofing and structure of the story. And a very special thank you goes out to my dear friend Denise Ryckman, who has generously offered to supply some original artwork for the story.I would love to hear any and all constructive feedback. Please feel free to post or Email me with your comments.--Lisa Grey. I didn’t care! I was enjoying this almost as much as her. Her orgasm and moaning finally subsided. My mouth had been removed from her slippery little organ, but my fingers were still inside her hot throbbing hole. I pulled them out from between her soaking wet limbs. I held them to my mouth and licked all her juices from my fingers. I can still remember how sweet she tasted. Her hole was still agape and I could see the rippled walls of her cunt pulsating.Debbie might have been spent, but my. We broke our kiss, and now it was time to taste Erika’s pussy properly. I turned around on the bed and shuffled over to get in position. The twins had kept their pussies natural, but probably trimmed a little, and Erika had a neat triangle of dark brown pubic hair, extending down the sides of her outer labia. Her inner lips were slightly puffy, and a little darker in colour than the rest of her pussy, and they were glistening with a mixture of her own sex fluids and her sister’s saliva. Her.