The zipper rasped down, her blonde landing strip leading to her shaved pussy peeking out of the open fly. She wore no panties. Those were in my pocket.... I took them from all three inside the store while we shopped.“Maybe,” I told her. “And that makes you wet.”“You know it does, asshole,” Melody said, though there was a playful catch to her words. She was a tomboy even if she was dressing so sexy the last few days. We had grown up together, best friends, only a month apart in age. I thought we. Her tongue crammed itself insistently into my mouth. My finger trailed down her flat, firm belly, blazing a trail through her thick brush of pubic hair.I quickly found her clitoris, and soon I had her moaning loudly into my mouth. I plunged first one finger, then two, deep into her pussy. Her secretions dribbled out of her, down the crack of her ass to form a mess on the counterpane... Her moans got louder as I took a tiny nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. I greedily licked and nibbled it. I nibbled at her labia while she recovered. If I had known better, been more observant, I would have realized that Sarah was done for the evening, exhausted from her trip, our time out on the jetty and her orgasm. I just assumed that she would want to cum again. That is what she liked; what we had always done. I held her legs back, and began to explore her asshole with my tongue, flicking the tip of my tongue around her puckered hole. There were moans of pleasure, but little movement or. They managed to persuade Bethany that they would treat her to a special day in London and she agreed and it was all set.They arrived in London and made the reasonably short journey over to the Soho district which had a long history of adult entertainment and much more and they went along to a flat behind a lap-dancing club and rang the bell.A tall pretty Afro-Caribbean girl open the door and, obviously knowing they were coming, waved them inside. She introduced herself as Cherry (not her real.