Kelly the wild fucking machine started it with a tremendous groan of pleasure and a scream as her orgasm volcano’d inside and out. His only regret was that after their fun-filled day in town, he was too tired to do anything more than relax in the tub with his naked nympho. She spread the Queen’s cheeks, plastered her face in and went to work with her tongue. Ah, Terri, she thought. Mary roamed her wet fingers over Kelly’s butt, sliding one finger into the void. ”Oh my god, John” she groaned, and did it again. The sweat, the heat, the closeness of all the bodies, the heavy beat of the music, and the dim darkness now filled with panting and moaning, and suction noises, that familiar slap-slap of body parts joined and pumping together. Let’s call it the Blind Strip. It was half limp, but quickly rose again to give her the firmness she ached for. It hit her that she had masturbated so many times as a young teen and then avidly sucked her fingers.
