He dipped a finger into my slippery opening, then two (three? Two, at least. It might have been three), and I felt moisture on my inner thighs just be...low my cunt. I was dripping. A moan escaped my lips, and I was suddenly embarrassed to realize that it was not the first. I want to please him, my mind said. Shut up and feel what he's doing to you now, my body replied. Oh, yes. Yes! I pushed back against the wonderful fingers (it MUST be three!).But they were suddenly gone, and I gasped in utter. Well that just made it worse! My legs went like jelly and if I hadn’t been leaning against the table, I’d have collapsed in a heap! But I summoned-up the courage to speak again and said rather meekly, “What would you prescribe?” to which he put his head on one side thoughtfully, raised his eye-brows and ventured, “A Date?”And so it was that he was now standing there on my doorstep at 8.45 the following evening, with a bottle of not-bad Merlot in his hands and that fucking gorgeous smile on. " Oops." Well, then. How close are this Todd and Ashley? Does he stay over ather place sometimes?" I'm pretty sure." And maybe use her hairbrush sometimes?" Could be." And do they have the same hair color?" Pretty much." And do they sometimes share sips from the same drink?" I think so... what does that have to do with making me Todd's idealwoman, though? Oh, I see: I'll need to share my hairbrush and my drinkswith him. That's the easy part, I could do that now if only he wereinto guys.". Misty looked up at her mother, her eyes still fiery, half her face glistening with wetness, with juices dripping from her chin. Her innocent expression was a mixture of delight, lustfulness, and anxieties….“Did I do good, Mommy?” she innocently asked, sitting on her naked little ass. “I mean… is that how I’m supposed to lick…. and suck it?”Sharon dropped to her knees, hugging Misty tightly to her naked tits. “Ooohh…. Misty…. you were wonderful. You sucked me perfectly, Honey…. you sucked and.