As I watched, she slipped off her sandals, and began unbuttoning her dress. She did it slowly; the fabric fell farther open with every button. She had... nothing on underneath."Come on," Tanya said, low and hoarsely, and her hand crept in between my legs, and she rubbed me softly until my penis was stiff. The woman below us moved her dress out from under her, so it draped down her shoulders and over the rock behind her. Her slim brown ass and long naked legs pressed against the stone; it must have. The problem was now that having been flipped over twice, it was far away from its usual place. She gave it a shove but the heavy bowl refused to budge. Determined to get this done right and still get to the party, she dropped to all fours so she could push the heavy bowl. She gave the bowl a shove, moving it about half the required distance, and then crawled forward, her backside facing Ralph, to get ready for another shove.Concentrating on getting the bowl into position, she didn’t notice. The only black lace stockings she had were the ones she used to please George. She had no red shoes but did have a black stiletto pair. Having not a single short skirt she reluctantly but rapidly cut and hemmed her favorite pink skirt. She finished the ensemble with the sheer blouse she only wore late at night for George. She had no choice; it was her only sheer blouse. Finally, she braided her hair into long pigtails like a school girl and put on her pearl necklace.Anxious to get her drug dose. Miguel leaned forward, needing to taste her. She tasted as sweet as he expected. He ran his tongue all around, playing with her clit and then diving into Eves hot, wet hole. Her delicate nectar flowed, and he drank from her. He could have stayed there forever, had his raging need not pulled at his attention. One last lick from hole to clit, with his firm, flat tongue, and Miguel moved away. When he rose up, Eves hips writhed beneath him, silently inviting him to join her. He held the tip of his.