Whew, finally relief.Back in the room I filled the shooter with another dose of gel then sat beside Molly on the edge of the bed. "Let's do this so we... can get back to the fun stuff."She lay back splay legged pointed to her cunt and said, "Ready when you are." I handed the shooter to her saying, "Hold this while I put in the sponge." I can do it." she said."Oh, hell no. This is part of the fun." So I spread her lips and slid a finger down over her clit into her vagina. She was very wet. I curled. Kirsten yawned. "I'm not sleepy," she protested."You're yawning to catch flies?" I'm tired, but I'm not sleepy."I understood her meaning. Sometimes, I get tired but can't sleep,either, usually when my sleep cycle has been disturbed, as hers had, byjet lag, or when I'm especially keyed up. "Okay. What should we talkabout next?" We've sort of glossed over our teenage years," she suggested.I chuckled at a memory. "Remember that time that Kevin Snyder andMadeline Pugh were making out in one of the. She bathed me while my eyes roamed eagerly over her body. She was beautiful, in a natural kind of way. She had no body hair save for her eyelashes and brows. Her head was bald, as was her sex. She had remarkable brands on her hips, much larger and more intricate than mine. She refused to talk with me, and I sensed that she was incredibly well trained. Her soft hands caressed my tired aching body. She rubbed my shoulders, my calf muscles, my neck, as if she were well aware of the trials I had. Every now and then I would try and pull my face away for a bit of freedom but would instantly be denied as I was jolted back under her. “Haha you’re not going anyway. We’ve only just begun” she mocked as sweat continued to engulf my face. She asked me to stick my tongue out and reluctantly I did as she was still grasping my face. I must have licked every part of her feet over and over but her feet still had her powerful odour.She told me to open my mouth as she put the side of her foot in there.