As she lifted them towards her body you could she how wet they were gallons of pussy juice must of gushed from her cunt. ... Lisa rubbed a finger in her panties as she pulled it away you could see her sticky liquid trail in the air this finger went direct to her mouth inserting it between her soft lips she sucked it dry moaning gently as did,then she put her panties to her face,first she took a deep breath of air taking in the aroma of her own scent as she. "Something could happen, I suppose. I'm not counting on it, you understand. But if I've got access to the wheels, I'll make the phone call." Make the call," Arlie told her. "Andy Maxwell's loss is Bob the Poet's gain." Thanks, Arlie," she said. "Incidentally, his name is Lars Jensen." Cuban guy, huh?" Arlie said. "Is he a full professor? And please, don't thank me! I mean, for what? Your first couple of days off in more than a month? It's time to free the slaves!" Yeah, it's been tough," Susan. " I went at her nipples harder still, sucking, licking and biting. Shetugged at my belt and zipper and got my slacks open enough to get herhand in and grab my cock through my boxers, I had already made a precomewet spot and she used her thumb to rub the slit in my cockhead throughthe thin cotton of my boxers, causing my cock to dribble even more ofthe clear fluid. I growled that I had to have her now and reached down to pull her skirtup to get at her ass and pussy. She tugged my pants down and. ‘I smell bacon,’ she said, grinning. She nudged her bedmate awake, and Wendy rolled over, wincing when her weight rested on her bottom. ‘Breakfast is served, ladies,’ I told them. Wendy was still parked in the middle of the bed, but when I went to put the tray on her lap, she stopped me. ‘Potty break first,’ she murmured sleepily. I lost both of them for a couple of minutes, then they returned to the bedroom, naked, giggling and chatting. I loved the way they interacted together. The girls.