Eventually it gave way and I was able to probe Kola's depths with my forefinger. As I did this, I pressed the pad of my hand against her clitoris and ...rubbed. That got the girl going. In no time she was bucking her hips upward to meet each thrust of my finger. In the end, Kola turned her head into my chest and keened her climax into me, doing her best to muffle the sound.Even as she lay panting in my arms, exhausted by what I had done to her, I pressed on. Pulling my finger from her depth, I. The thing is,though, that I think you'll be a better pussy eater if I keep you horny. VERY horny. So for right now we'll hold off on giving you any cums andjust concentrate on me. But I'll give you lots and lots of teasing tokeep your sexual temperature high. VERY high." She giggled, whichseemed disrespectful, considering my difficult position, but I didn't sayanything. I really did feel like I was at her mercy. At that moment,while I was at my weakest, she hopped out of bed, stretched --. Jeff started to say something but changed his mind as his daughter locked eyes with him. "Review your notes," she told the girls. "I'll be back in a minute."Arlene stepped out the door, closing it behind her. Before Jeff could say anything, she stood on tiptoe, grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Breaking it a few seconds later, she quickly said, "Let me explain before you get mad. First off, Alice and Terri are smart, and well, we all know about Selina." But..." Jeff got out. Fogg, and apologise for his singular behaviour. Passepartout got up and proceeded, as well as he could with the rolling of the steamer, to the after-deck. He saw no one who resembled either his master or Aouda. ‘Good!’ muttered he, ‘Aouda has not got up yet, and Mr. Fogg has probably found some partners at whist.’ He descended to the saloon. Mr. Fogg was not there. Passepartout had only, however, to ask the purser the number of his master’s state-room. The purser replied that he did not know.