Jess was puzzled but smiling as she let Emma in since Emma’s enthusiasm was contagious. They sat down on the couch so Emma could tell her story.“S...o,” she began, “I was inspired by our play the other day, so I took things further at work...”She proceeded to tell Jess about her exploits with Mike. Jess’ smile first wavered, then her expression changed to neutral and unreadable by the end. Emma, in her excitement, didn’t see the change at all.Once she was finished, Jess asked, stone-faced, “So, at. I mean she IS Grade A poon in the prime of life and she has a warm, tight little itchy yoni that seems to never get enough male tail.Mike relieved her of her top and attached his lips to one nipple while he squeezed the other one with his hand. Then after thoroughly puffing that nipple that he was sucking on and kissing up he traded so as not to leave either breast wanting. Hallie ran her fingers through his hair and pushed the favored breast out to meet his mouth as encouragement to. ’”“Don’t get lippy with me, young woman! How’d you like to be in the ninth grade next year. Then you wouldn’t have Sarah to copy from.” He was thinking fast. She’d end up over his lap, but she should play at being forced to it.“Aren’t you ending a sentence with a preposition Mr. Brown?”“On the other hand, you could be in the eighth grade next year.” Okay. That was the way they’d play it. She’d be a ninth-grade girl in a one-room school. Still, it would take a lot of suspension of disbelief to. Sarah eagerly responded, repeating her long, slow lick while raising her eyes to see Jane looking desperately down at her. Enraptured by the view and the taste, Sarah dove in with enthusiasm, letting her senses be overtaken by Jane, the taste of her cunt filling her mouth and setting Sarah’s pussy into overdrive, ensuring that her underwear would be thoroughly soaked by the end of their encounter. The hot scent of Jane’s desire mingling with sweat almost overwhelmed her scent, Jane’s beautiful.