Mandy let her hand slide over me as Iturned, and rested it on my hip and caressed me some more. I could feela little wetness on her fingers. "What d...oes it taste like?" I asked her."Boy's and girl's cums are different, Joanne. Boy cum is sometimesthick, sometimes not, depending on how long it's been since he's had acum. It's slimy, and a little gooey sometimes, like runny eggs." Eww! I hate runny eggs!" I said, making a face."Get used to it, babe, because if you wanna make boys happy you'll. "So, it wasn't the Nuns that got to Chantelle and Lana, it was Lilith. A dream I had awhile ago flooded back into my mind. In the dream, I was holding two dolls in my hand, one blonde and one with raven-black hair. Then Lilith appeared and ripped the dolls out my grip. The pain was so intense, so real, I woke up. Crap. I never gave that dream much thought. Just a nightmare brought on by the unease I felt around Lilith. I stared at photos of Chantelle and Lana and vowed to save them from. “Can I turn round now?” Aimee asked. “Yeah, we need to fasten you up at the front now.” Sasha answered, trying to keep her tone brisk and pre-occupied and hoping that the unexpected lust she had started to feel was firmly out of her voice. As Aimee turned around her firm round breasts brushed against Sasha setting off a deluge of tingles under Sasha’s skin. Nervously she blurted out “Have I ever told you what a hot bod you’ve got yourself Honey?” She laughed breathlessly as the words came out. With you away for the weekend we went to this club on Friday night. We got there at about 9pm, payed the entry fee, and stood around the bar sipping champagne and chatting with other couples. It was easy to tell regulars from first-timers like us. There were a few couples who seemed as nervous as us (new chums), although most were quite relaxed (old hands).”“A big man, about 6'4” (193 cm) and built like a brick dunny (non-Australians see footnote), and his very tall, very attractive wife, both.