Fieldings, my name is Amanda Zanger and my son is friends with your daughter. We moved in a little while ago just across the street from your house.�...� … …. …. ‘No, nothing is wrong. I came to pick up my son and it turns out that he’s made friends with your daughter. Her bus broke down and it will be an hour before they send a new one.’ …. …. …. ‘No, you don’t need to pick her up. That’s actually why I’m calling. If it is all right with you, I would have no problem with taking Alice home with us. I'm not just enjoying this — that's not a strong enough word. I try to stand aside psychologically — to revisit my analytical self — and watch my reactions objectively — but I can't be objective. I'm not just enjoying it. I'm lost in it. Abandoned to it. Unaware of anything beyond, Ylena, me, the spanking horse and Ylena's toys. The sensation is extraordinary and I know that this is why I came. I would not be anywhere else for anything."Ah ha! What a nice hot red bottom!" I feel Ylena's hand on. One particular night, a few months ago, we were both very drunk and we ended up kissing passionately on the dance floor. I was amazed, she was by far a better kisser than any man I'd ever kissed before. As soon as we pulled away (both of us quite reluctant, if I remember correct) there were a few random men taking pictures on their camera phones! I suppose they must have been amazed to see two young, good-looking girls snogging each others faces off! Myself, I'm 5 ft 2, slim but with curves,. As I feel her tounge circle my clit I reach out to Ashley and slid my hand up the shorts that she had worn to bed. I notice that she isn't wearing any underwear so I slowly stoke her groming mound while trying to focus on her mouth slowly working it's way to my other breast. I start to work my fingers in and out. I curl my fingers around her bud making her scream. I kiss her to stifle it knowing that if we're to loud then we'll wake everyone else up and it'll be over.All of a sudden I feel Sage.