We made plans to meet. The next evening she met me in town at a off the mainstream diner, She was dressed in a mid thigh skirt and silky blouse which ...I could clearly see she wore no bra We sat in a back corner booth and caught up on the past two plus years. I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts throughout dinner, She dropped her fork and I bent down to get it from beneath the table as I looked at her legs she spread her thighs and I saw she had no panties on either, Her bald pussy lips. Only the light by her bed was on, the tiny lamp softly lighting the room just enough to not trip over anything. The bed itself had a comforter that complimented the rest of the room and looked very comfy. She pulled her shirt over her head then looking back at me pulled down her underwear with a grin and stepped out of them before pulling back the covers and sliding beneath. Grinning myself I pulled off my shirt then dropped my shorts and boxers sliding in behind her. She lay on her back in. She pushed open the door."Kenny?" she said. The kitchen light was on, and there was Kenny's letter jacket hanging from one of the chairs. But the youngster was nowhere around. She noticed that another light was on in the foyer. Her whole body tingled as she followed it."Kenny?" she called again. Upstairs, another light in the bedroom. Not the bright overhead light, but a small, bedside lamp. She tiptoed inside."Kenny?" she whispered."Don't move," he said. His words seemed fuzzy, and she. ”Storm gives her a chance to prove herself and unties her ankles, lowering Emma to her knees. The vanquished White Queen prostrates herself and unbidden, licks her way from Storm's boots all the way up her thighs and slowly, deliberately licks all of her cream off the huge purple dildo. “Please goddess. May I have the honor?” She looks up at Storm with eyes full of desire and affection. Storm smiles benevolently down at her. “Yes my slave. Worship me with your tongue. Give back to me a.