Irma backed up a few feet , kicked off her shoes, and lifted her short skirt. An amused Beverley watched as Irma spread her thighs and flashed a perfe...ctly trimmed pubic triangle. “If you can’t smell the paint, maybe you’ll smell my new intimate perfume”, whispered IrmaBeverley stretched out on the bed facing the cougar and buried her head between the woman’s open thighs. Irma closed her eyes as Beverley expertly lapped at her cunt lips, twisted her tongue in her cunt hole and finally flicked. Tommy’s taste buds were coated with his s1ster’s syrupy nectar as he fucked his tongue in and out of her slippery hole. Her taste was both sweet and savory, and her scent filled his nose as he lapped away at her excited cunt.Tommy’s hands squeezed Lindsay’s smooth, athletic thighs as his tongue pumped in and out of her pussy like a tiny piston, and then he slid his hands under his s1ster’s incredible ass cheeks, squeezing and then lifting them as he curled the tip of his tongue around her. I had never felt so humiliated in my life.I lay on the bed sobbing. I looked up through the tears, makeup and semen in my eyes and noticed that the blue light on the intercom was mercifully extinguished. I reached out slapped the switch to turn on the orange busy light. The intercom suddenly crackled and I heard Mabel, the crossdressed old con who was our 'madam'."Take half an hour hun, it's gone quiet for now and it's getting late; get cleaned up and give me a call."I half groaned into the. Her heart skipped a beat and shefell against the door to the room. Claire caught her breath, pulledherself together and went over to the closet door.She examined the mirror, it was obviously old. The frame was intricatelycarved from a light colored wood. She saw that around the frame weresmall, but highly detailed characters from literature, all of whichseemed to be from mystery novels. Examining the mirror closely she sawHolmes and Watson, Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane, Tommy and.