Anne had never seen another female arse to even compare to this flawless marvel of womanhood, she thought. The sexual tension was electric in the room. Anne said, her voice with a definite quaver to it. ‘I want to fuck you with my tongue. Despite entirely different lifestyles they found they shared a great many common interests, including sex and men. ‘Why I am even watching,’ she thought as Anne quickly undid her short silk dressing gown and slipped a dress over her head, which she did up herself. After I’ve finished licking this part of you, guess what I want to lick next?’
‘Covered in honey?’ Carol asked, or was it instructed? ‘What colour pants did you choose to wear with that skirt?’
Carol smiled back. That G string looks fantastic on you. Over dessert and a liqueur Anne finally found the courage to ask Carol a question she had mulled over all night at the dinner table.
