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Kathy pulled her wet fingers into the crease in Linda's ass and pushed two fingers inside her dark recesses. Linda moaned knowing that soon her ass would be filled with more than fingers.Then Kathy lowered her head and put her tongue into Linda's asshole. Linda began to rock gently back and forth on the pillow, each rocking motion forcing Kathy's tongue deeper inside. After a few minutes, Kathy pulled her head away and whispered for Linda to get on her knees, replacing her tongue with two well lubricated fingers.While still finger fucking Linda's round little bottom, Kathy reached up and wrapped her fingers around Brother Bob's half hard cock. Now she stroked it as she fingered Linda's cute ass, preparing to join the two. His cock was at her lips and she took the head of his great cock into her mouth and licked lovingly just under the glans. It grew rapidly. Kathy loved the feel of it as it eased farther into her warm wet mouth. But this was not her party and she pulled his now fully. Trisha walked to Robert, took his hand in hers, looked up to him and kissed his cheek. See what I mean? She had a way with people, this simple act, calmed my man instantly. I was shocked and right then, I knew that she would be superb in every way. He sat down on the recliner and watched her. I sat on the arm of the sofa, and waited to see what would unfold. Trisha picked up the remote to the audio system and began to flip the stations. Not finding what she wanted, Trisha turned and asked what music we had to dance to, she wanted to dance for us. I grabbed the remote and turned the disc changer to disc number five. The sounds of Boney James filled the air, if she was going to dance for me, I wanted the dance to be sensual and sultry. Trisha grabbed me and we began to sway to the music. Mesmerizing, she was that and more. Trisha slowly ran her hand down my back to my skirt. She fiddled with the zipper to my black, form fitting pencil skirt and unzipped it. The skirt slid down my.
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