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legs and starting eating her closely shaved pussy, she pulled Ali up to sit on her face so that she could eat Ali.
Sharons pussy was tasty, Ill say that, very tasty. She came quickly, repeatedly, each time, afterwards, returning to eating Ali.
I switched places with Ali after she had climaxed and rode Sharons mouth to my own orgasm as Ali went down on Sharon, getting her off, again, after I had reached mine.
We collapsed in a heap of tangled body parts as we fought to catch our breath, to regroup, as it were.
"I wasnt asleep this afternoon, you know," Sharon said, pulling herself to a sitting position, arm arms around her knees.
"I saw Lynn give your pussy a pinch when yall were in the pool, and I saw you kiss her, too. I kinda figured you two had something going on when I watched yall on the course."
"How so? Ali asked, sitting up now herself, as I lay on my side, my head supported by my hand and crooked elbow.
"You guys may not know it, but you guys are giving off definite vibes when yall are together, when yall look at each other," Sharon responded.
"Really?" I said, my head a bit cocked to the side.
"Really," she confirmed, "thats why I asked about spending the night, tonight; I was kinda hoping wed wind up in the sack, its been a while for me with a man or a woman."
"Really?" I asked again.
"Really," lying on her back again, and asking the two of us, "Now, which one of you two girls wants to sit on my face?"
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Waving to Sharon as she drove off the next morning, well, the next noon, we turned back into the house, both of us naked as the day we were born.
We headed upstairs to get dressed, eventually, after we fooled around a bit, well, a lot, I guess.
Lying with her head on my thigh, her mouth freshly red from making love to me, Ali looked up to me, and asked if I thought we gave off vibes. I said, we probably did, but so what?
She agreed and changed the subject.
"That was fun, last night with Sharon; you were right, gal threesomes are a lot more fun than with guys, dont you think?"
"Yeah, I do, baby," brushing her long hair from the side of her face, "did you like that, last night?"
"Yeah, I really did, it was fun and you know, I was doing it with you and it didnt feel all creepy or anything like that," she said, staring up at the ceiling, her fingers playing with my patch.
"Its a different kind of sex than when its just the two of us."
Moving down to lie alongside of her, before I took her into my arms, before I kissed her, I said, "Yes, it is a different kind of sex; not at all like what Im about to do to you," kissing her tenderly, slowly sucking her tongue into my
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It was different, in a very good way.
"Betts, are you absolutely sure?" waving my empty coffee mug towards Ali for a refill. Ali had a coffee maker and fixings that she kept in her master bath, for those mornings when a trip downstairs, to make coffee, would take too long.
I was on the phone to my office, with my right hand, Betsy; she had just told me that I could stay a couple of extra days next week, but that I had a must-be-there meeting scheduled for the end of that week, on Friday.
When I told Ali the news, she smiled broadly, the happiness clearly showing on her face.
"Miz Alice, Miz Lynn," we heard Momma Jo calling from the bottom of the stairs, "you girls get on down here before these grits and eggs get cold, yall hear me up there?"
"Yes, Momma, we hear you and were coming," Ali shouted back to Momma Jo.
"Not yet youre not, but you will," I said to Ali, slapping her playfully on her fine ass.
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Speeding down the boulevard, towards the river and levee, Ali was trying to beat the rain that the dark clouds above us promised to deliver to the city.
Top down on the roadster, hair flying behind us, the smell of impending showers was palatable in the air as we rushed to beat the weather.
We had decided to spend a couple of days at Alis Quarters apartment, to fully immerse ourselves into the craziness that is, living in the French Quarters.
"Artists, street performers, weirdoes, crazies; they are all there in the Quarters," Ali said to me, laughingly. "My personal favorite thing to do, though, is to browse the Artists stands that ring the Square."
She was speaking of Jackson Square, the epicenter of activity in the French Quarters.
We pulled into the garage just as the first raindrops fell, splattering on the dusty brickwork of the patio. Rushing into the apartment, Ali dropped the duffle bag onto the floor of the entryway as we shook off the little bit of wetness that had gotten us.
Turning, facing me, she started playfully pushing me with her hands; pushing me backwards, towards the living room area of the apartment, laughing at me when the final push made me fall over the arm of the sofa, onto my back, on the sofa, looking up at her.
Staring down at me, a wicked grin on her face, she ripped her blouse from her body, buttons flying asunder.
"I believe you mentioned something about me coming?" kneeling down, lowering her naked breasts to my mouth, placing her hard nipples against my lips.
"I believe youre right about that," taking her offered breast into my mouth, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of my tongue swirling over her nipple, and of my hand slipping under her skirt to cup her wet sex, pantiless, of course.
The rain stopped in the early afternoon, the sunlight waking us from our nap, our naked bodies entwined together in her bed.
Walking out onto the second
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