“Ah, my sweet lionesses, how are you?” I asked them, even as I grabbed some grub to feed my ravenous appetite.“Hungry, and not just for the snac...ks, either,” Ninve confessed as we exchanged bodily fluids through her lips on mine.“My sentiments exactly, dear cousin,” Sandra said before planting a French kiss of her own on me.“Well, you gals always know how to make a man loved for sure, especially on my fortieth birthday, now that I’m officially an old man,” I chuckled, even as Josie, Jeanne, and. .like..." sister Ann started as she acted like she wastrying to figure out the odor by sniffing the air, "...fish."Jenna almost passed out. She felt tunnel vision as her heart sank. Was thather? Was that her recent unexplained arousal that sister Ann smelled? Shefelt like crawling into a hole. How much more humiliation would she have toendure? She had already violated school policy by wearing undergarments andthen humiliated herself by stripping in front of her new boss and allowingherself to. . mmm...”Marsha held her thumb against Jennifer’s now firm clit and stroked it with a back and forth motion using her index finger. “Feel good?” Marsha asked.“Mmm...” Jennifer drew in a deep breath and released it. “Mmm ... melting ... floating...”“That’s it, hon,” Marsha said. “Just relax and go with the sensations. Don’t fight it ... just let it happen...” She leaned over Jennifer, kissed her breast and began sucking and tonguing her firm nipple. Marsha could feel Jennifer’s heart pounding. Soon she had gone from ‘Ripples without crests’ to ‘Large wavelets. Crests begin to break, scattered whitecaps’ as the energy hitherto hidden within her slowness started to show itself. He lay dead still and let her storm break over him. ‘High waves with dense foam. Wave crests start to roll over. Considerable spray.’ If he’d been sailing now he’d have reefed down to a tiny triangle of storm-sail, made everything fast and checked his lifeline three times over. Here on the sun-warmed granite the.