I worked my tongue up and down purposely avoiding the clit, until Nan put her hands on my head and pressed it down into her pussy. “Lick me and su...ck me Dan,” she groaned lustily. I raised my head for a moment. “For as long as you want Nan. My tongue and cock are yours.” She just relaxed then and allowed me full use of that succulent pussy. She had started to leak and I just drank down her sweet nectar, as much as she could give me. I could feel her building towards an orgasm and I wanted to. A sense of longing and passion surged through Bernadette's entire body. For Sherri had touched her soul like no other.Bernadette stood alone eyes closed. She could feel a pleasant, breeze. As Bernadette's thoughts became lost in Sherri ... as did her spirit heart and body; as she longed for Sherri's touch's her became one with her. Bernadette felt the heat of Sherri's tenderness and passion. With the thought of Sherri that was within her. Squeezing gently and rubbing across her round, erect. They wanted and needed him: Daddy. For Katie, for instance, Robert made her dripping wet whenever he was around, and she still remembered their first encountered at the pick-up at the bistro. It was a quickie, sure, but something about dropping her pajama bottoms to get fucked from behind and knocked up was truly delicious. The fact that he had honored her pact with her "blood sisters" meant a lot to her as well. She had no trouble kissing his ass now, licking it even. She owed him everything. I have never seen her face. All I have are words. And yet these words have reached somewhere deep inside me and touched a place never realized. The witty banter… the sexual innuendo… the subtle erotica. Heh… her words, that are so true. Eagerly awaiting each reply that forces me to look further into myself, to see and feel and think about possibilities never imagined. How has she done this to me with mere words? The immediate understanding between us? The words. The very act of writing. The.