Date: Fri, 10 Dec 1999 19:54:20 EST
From: Toni Podols <toni526@hotmail.com>
Subject: Randi VII

This is a continuation of my true adventures detailed in Behemoth and Randi
II through Randi VI.  I have, however, taken one, teenie, tiny piece of
license in Randi VII, something that I would love to have had happened and
perhaps someday will.  In the meantime, let me indulge in a little fantasy
interspersed with the true adventures.  Can you tell me where my little
indulgence in fantasy begins?  Take heart, though.  The rest is absolutely
true.

Have any of you folks out there ever heard of Loehmanns?  Well, for the
uninitiated among you, Loehmanns is the signature store that has marked the
rites of passage for young girls from the boroughs of New York for many,
many years and has since been passed on to the rest of the world.  Fran
Dresher brought Loehmanns to the attention of the world in a number of
episodes of The Nanny (How would you like to be under her care?).  They
provide top designer leftovers at fabulous prices and a great way to spend
your Saturday afternoons.

Yeah, I'll bet a lot of you girls have been there.  I'll even bet that you
remember the wonderful and sometimes exciting happenings in the common
dressing room, don't you?  (Again, for the uninitiated, Loehmanns provides
a very large room surrounded by mirrors where ladies of all size, shapes,
ages and colors dance around together, trying on clothes in varying stages
of undress.  My personal experiences there have included rude clerks, even
more rude customers who try on a size 6 while easily needing a 46 extra
wide cup bra.  The occasional ripping sound as someone stretches into a new
outfit.  Jealous "getting-along -in-years" women glancing wistfully at
young teenagers, dreaming of times gone by.  The occasional fart which
everyone blames on someone else.  And, perhaps worst of all, the kids
(Don't forget that I love kids!  But. . .) - sometimes even young boys -
staring, eyes wide, and running all around the room, sometimes using your
legs as tree trunks to hide behind.  (Mine are not tree trunks, thank you
very much!).

Well, it seems that my local Loehmanns store has now become even more my
warm, close friend and ally.  After last Saturday and through Sunday
afternoon, I have re-dedicated myself to increasing my level of shopping
there, even if the Loehmanns bonus coupons are not in the current offing.

Everything started so innocently last Saturday morning as Ryan generously
agreed to take me shopping for some new clothes for the office.  (He loves
to go shopping with me, girls - go figure!)  We dropped the girls off at
our mutual martial arts studio (All are excellent, by the way, but the
youngest is already a Black Belt and working on higher degrees!) and, after
a relatively quiet lunch, we descended on the malls.  Eventually, as usual,
we pulled up in front of the local Loehmanns.  Leaving Ryan planted in a
comfortable chair just outside the dressing rooms, his ever-present laptop
and cell-phone attachment in hand, I began my patented "Loehmanns Run".

My personal approach to the "Loehmanns Run" is to walk up and down each and
every aisle for a first pass.  My compartmentalization working well within
designed parameters, I handled this blouse, those trousers, another
sweater, that jacket to my heart's content.  The aisles are extremely
narrow, of course, meaning that one brushes against others throughout the
store.  I frequently offered the usual "Excuse Mes", some of which were met
with icy glares and, on occasion, nasty words.  I did receive, however,
several soft smiles and inordinate levels of eye contact.

But, I was shopping at Loehmanns!  Nothing was going to interfere with my
designed plan of attack!  At least, that was my plan.  Have to keep within
the plan!  Fat chance at this place!  I thought, occasionally casting about
for fellow travelers.  Mothers hurried their young daughters through the
aisles, hoping they would be able to direct them toward something other
than baggy jeans and sweaters.  Interestingly, most of the stares and
smiles had come from the young ones, reinforcing my belief that many young
women today have either turned toward celibacy or added bisexuality to
their weapons list to avoid sexually transmitted diseases and other,
unfortunate experiences.  I returned all smiles with one of my own and
included the occasional raised eyebrow at their mothers' insistence at one
item over another.  Frequently, a tiny kissing motion accompanied their
smiles, flattering me beyond belief.

Finally my arms were stuffed to capacity with luscious clothes and I headed
back towards the dressing room.  Passing through a particularly packed
portion of one aisle, I excused myself around scornful ladies, but jumped
with a squeal when a hand from - somewhere - gave my jean- covered ass a
deliberate, delightful squeeze.  Looking around to catch what I presumed
was a guy with his hand in the nooky jar, I found, instead, that I was
surrounded only by shopping women, none of whom looked particularly guilty.
As I smiled mostly to myself and was about to turn away, my eye caught the
furtive glance of a young, long haired and long legged girl who could not
have been more than 12 or 13 years old.  Amazed at her nerve and her
subsequent smile, I returned it along with a kiss.  Shaking my head at her
return smile, I returned to my dressing room trip.

Still sitting there, his IBM Thinkpad open and booted up on his lap, Ryan
glanced up at me and smiled that devastating smile that gets him anything
he wants, whenever he wants it.  I dropped all but my first group of eight
outfits - the limit - next to him and leaned over to kiss him.  He returned
my kiss with a genuine softness that so endeared him to me.

"Heading to the buffet table, Sweetie?" he questioned, his eyes betraying
an evil leer.

Holding my face next to his, he added, "Wait until you check out what's in
there.  I would kill to be a fly on the wall right now."

I punched him on the shoulder and stuck my tongue out at him and, with an
exaggerated swinging of my ass, entered the prospective goldmine.

Now once again, for those of you so deprived as to never having been inside
one of these dressing rooms, let me try to describe what you've been
missing.  The "bull pen" (my name) room is large and surrounded by mirrors.
All around the room, women in various stages of undress.  In one corner, a
lady with a butt large enough to serve as a roadside billboard, another,
tall - extraordinarily tall - and as thin as a reed.  Some elderly ladies
barely able to stand.  In still another corner, a stately willowy blonde,
her hair rolled into a fashionable knot on the back of her head, clad
simply in jeans and a tiny red bra that struggled to hold her 38 D's as did
her jeans to smoothly grasp her delicious looking ass.  At her feet, three
beautiful children, all below the age of six, sat cross-legged, patiently
waiting for mommy.

All told, there were well over a dozen women there, including three
knockout teens, teasing each other as they tried on a variety of clothes,
in various stages of undress.  I carefully managed my gaze, enjoying the
voyeur in me that drooled on their soft asses in panties, bra-filled soft
and rounded breasts, and beautiful faces.  And, youth.  Ah,
Wilderness. . . . .

I placed my items on a hanger along the wall and lay my coat on the floor
near my purse.  Reaching down, I pulled off my thick, turtleneck sweater
and dropped it over my jacket.  I casually repositioned my breasts and
leaned down to remove my shoes, stealing a glance in the mirror at the same
time.

The teenagers was staring.  Looking like a group of cheerleaders, they made
no attempt to hide their interest and I began to get a little juicy.

“Careful, Girlfriend.  They’re in here all the time looking for
tidbits,” a voice whispered from behind.

Startled, I looked behind me and didn’t see anyone until I looked down.
Way down.


Let me try to describe Bethelle.  Beth, for short, of course.  Which is
exactly what she is.  Actually, tiny is a much better word.  At most, about
4 feet 8 inches, I stared at a breathtaking beauty of approximately mid to
late 50s.  If you soaked her down well at a nuclear power plant with heavy
water, she might have topped 95 pounds, but I doubt it.  Her hair was
softly and exquisitely styled fairly short, with a curl dipping slightly in
the middle of her forehead.  Completely silver gray, it perfectly matched
her gray-green eyes, the same as mine.  I saw how people were right to say
that tiny lines in the corners of each eye were endearing laugh lines and
not merely a portent of age’s onset.  The eyes were so intense that they
seemed to sparkle even in the reflected light of all the mirrors.  Her nose
was classic plastic surgery, though it was perfect for her oval face.  Her
lips were full and soft, fixed in a tiny, knowing smile, tiny lines leading
from each corner.  Her cheek bones would be classic on a fashion model.
She looked like the subject or an Itzchak Tarkay oil.

Wow!

Stumbling for words, I nodded and smiled, awed by this tiny ageless Barbie
Doll.

“Hi,” she laughed at my stumbling.  “I’m Beth.  Sorry to have
startled you.  Just wanted to let you know that they play that game every
week in here.  God help them if someone actually takes them up on their
teasing,” she said, shaking her head.  "but, it'll happen soon enough,"
she added.

I laughed, gathering my self respect around me.  “Someone just might do
that, Beth.  Oh.  I’m Randi,” I said, smiling down at her and
offering my hand.  She took it in hers, her tiny fingers barely able to
grasp it.  Her touch, however, was electric and seemed to last much longer
than was needed.  Who the hell is this lady? I thought.

Smiling, Beth turned away and stood several feet to my right beside her
clothes.  She reached around and slowly pulled her long, bulky knit sweater
over her head, taking care to fold it and place in on the floor near her
bag.  I watched her from the corner of my eye, realizing that her ritual
undressing, slow, exaggerated arm movement, studied movement of her head -
was directed at message generation.  A further glance caught the trio of
teens staring, their eyes wide open, mouths slightly agape.

This was truly wild!  She was performing and no one else in the room, save
myself and the three beauties seemed aware.  With an effort, I redirected
myself to concentrate on trying on my clothes.  For a while, I was
successful.

Having finished with this load of clothes, three outfits among them
selected for purchase, I walked to the doorway and signaled Ryan.  Holding
my sweater before my breasts, I handed him the three savers and he
responded with the remaining clothes from beside the chair.  He smiled at
me, a question mark forming in a cloud high above his head.  I said
nothing, just tossed him a sinister smile and turned back toward the room.

As I walked closely past the cheerleaders, I dropped my sweater, my breasts
bursting to escape the confines of my skimpy bra.  I smiled at each of the
girls in turn, then stopped before them.  I looked at them closely for a
moment.

“Girls, if you don’t want to play, you shouldn’t pretend to
want,” I whispered.  “But, then, you’ll never, ever know what
you’re missing, will you?”

I smiled again, snaking out a finger to touch the lips of the creamy,
natural blonde one and walked back to my spot in the dressing room,
dropping my new consignment to the floor.


“You are such a devil,” Beth giggled as she reached behind her back
to try to pull up a zipper.  Gently brushing her hands away, I reached out
to pull the zipper up for her, my fingers gently touching the smooth,
delicate skin a few inches below her neck.  Even with the brief contact, I
felt her shudder at the touch of my hands.  I felt something, then.  It was
almost as though her thoughts had been transmitted to me from the mere
touch of my fingers to her skin.

“There,” I said, smiling down at the adorable woman.  “How’s
that?”

“Mmmmmm.  Great. . .” she murmured.  “Uh, I mean, thank you,
Randi,” she said more forcefully than she had planned.

Smiling, I turned and stooped to pick up a fallen outfit.  As I was about
to stand up, I noticed a small piece of paper sticking out of the side of
my purse.  I pulled the note our and read

“ . . . Hi.  We’re the Three Seasons.  Ha!  Our email addresses are
listed below.  We think you’re gorgeous!…and, so's your little
friend!”

Oh, Shit, I thought.  I do not want to get involved with kids!
Not. . . looking toward the door, I saw the three beautiful girls walking
out single file, each waving very discreetly and giggling as they went.  In
particular, the creamy blonde who kissed her hand and rubbed it on her
beautiful, sweater-bulging breasts.  Oh, shit, damn, hell, fuck!!!!!

“Well, you really can’t blame them,” Beth whispered as she twisted
and turned before the mirror.  “And, anyway, you really asked for
it.”

“Me?  What did I do?”

“Well, other than the finger with the blonde, you became beautiful,”
Beth said, matter-of-factly, continuing to adjust the dress.  “I like
this one.  What do you think?” she asked.

Looking only at the reflection in the shared mirror, I answered.
“It’s beautiful.  Just as you are,” equally as matter-of-fact as
she.

“Would you like to have lunch with me?” Beth suddenly asked, again,
looking into the mirror.

“Can’t today.  Hubby is here. How about tomorrow morning?  Lox and
Cream Cheese at say 10AM at the big diner on Route 18?” I said, slipping
the gold top over my head.

“That hunk outside is yours??  Oh, my, oh my, oh my!  You really are
blessed, aren't you?  Alright, then.  10 o’clock tomorrow.  Looking
forward to it,” Beth said.

“Great!  See you then.  Well, that’s about it.  Only five purchases
today.  However, it still was a very, very worthwhile shopping day,” I
added, glancing at her reflection in the mirror.

“Oh, yes, it was that.  See you tomorrow.”

We waved goodbye as I left the dressing room, into the waiting arms of my
hubby.

Taking my selections from me, Ryan leaned over.  “What did you do to
those little girls?  They were positively dripping when they walked
out.”

“Nothing!  Absolutely nothing.  I was very good.  They’re the ones
who came on to me.  I can prove it.  They left me a note on my purse with
their emails.”

“Hmmm,” Ryan added for emphasis, a huge smile lightening his
features.  "Can I watch?"

After a long wait in line, payment and collection of my Loehmanns discount
coupons we left.  My day at Loehmanns was complete.  As we left the store,
the cold struck me hard, bringing attention to the wetness that had
accumulated between my thighs.  Climbing into the Blazer, I begged Ryan to
put on the heat as quickly as possible.  As we waited for the car to warm
up, I reached over and began to stroke his thigh, gently squeezing the
thick muscles I know so well, slowly sliding my hand further up until I
felt the beginning swell of his great cock.  Ryan's hand grasped my wrist,
gently directing my hand to encircle his growing cock.  My fingers squeezed
the long tube, rubbing hard at his strength.  By now, my hand was cupping
his balls and cock through his jeans, directly between his legs.

"Get us the hell out of here, Lover," I whispered.  "We still have three
hours before we have to pick up the girls.  Otherwise, pull into a gas
station so I can fuck you now," I said through gritted teeth, my breath
starting to become somewhat ragged.

Ryan quickly put the Blazer into gear and pulled out of the parking space.
"Have to take you shopping more often, Love.  How are you at Sporting Goods
stores?" he asked, a devilish grin on his face.  I squeezed his cock and
balls extra hard and burst out laughing.  For the rest of the trip home, I
couldn't talk for more than a sentence without laughing.

Entering the townhouse, I dropped my new clothes on the floor, narrowly
missing Cupcake the cat, and jumped off the floor directly into Ryan’s
arms.  My arms locked around his neck as his strong arms came around
beneath my butt, holding me against him.  I wrapped my legs around his
waist and pressed my lips against his, my tongue prodding his lips,
demanding entrance.  Without missing a beat, Ryan carried me up the stairs
to the bedroom.  Amazingly, he wasn’t even breathing hard after the
climb.  Well, I’m only 114 pounds.  He can carry me in his sleep.  As a
matter of fact, he frequently has.

Ryan dropped me on the bed and began to undress as I lay there watching.
His coat hit the floor, followed quickly by his turtleneck sweater, his
broad shoulders flexing.  That always drives me crazy.  He unbuckled his
belt and slid his jeans down his legs, leaving him clad only in his shorts.

Acting like a wild animal, I snarled at Ryan and crawled across the bed,
stripping my jacket off as I went, flinging it across the room.  My eyes
were fixed on the long, thick bulge that tented the front of his shorts and
I went for it.  Grabbing his hips, I locked my teeth around that huge
bulge, gripping it tightly in my mouth as I pulled him forward.  Crying out
in surprise, Ryan let himself be led onto the bed by my furious mouth and
lay on his back as I shook my head back and forth, gobbling up the sheathed
morsel.  I felt his hands on my head forcing my face harder into his groin,
his cock growing thicker and longer, already hot enough to melt lead.

I released his cock from my mouth and straddled him, looking directly at
his face with a feral grimace on my face.  I straightened up and pulled my
sweater over my head and threw it across the floor, followed quickly by my
skimpy little bra, my breasts bouncing free, my nipples as hard as
diamonds.  I leaned down and began to cover his stomach and chest muscles
with kisses, dragging my tongue all over his firm, succulent body, teeth
occasionally pulling on his hairs.  I moved further up, dropping my jean
clad ass and pussy over his rock hard cock and began to feast on his
nipples with my lips and teeth, sucking them hard into my mouth, nipping at
them with my teeth.  And, all the time, grinding my butt into his groin.

Finally, Ryan could hold out no longer.  He grabbed my under my armpits and
flipped me over onto my back, staring down at my blazing eyes, watching me
pant like a runaway train.  He slid down my body, opened my jeans and began
to pull them off, my ass lifting from the bed to give him easy access.
Returning the favor, Ryan placed his face over my panty clad pussy,
grabbing a huge mouthful of pussy hair and wiggling his face like a
terrier.  My hands flew to his head, grabbing handfuls of hair to pull his
face harder against my steaming cunt.

Ryan abruptly sat up and pulled my panties down my legs, my pussy so wet
now that they landed with a soft wet sound on the carpet.  I pulled him
back up to me by his wrists and grabbed his shorts and pulled at them.
With his help, they slid away from the target of my desire - that great,
huge cock, just waiting for me, bobbing up and down as he moved up my body.
So damn big and thick! I thought, so much for me to take, and all mine!

I reached for his cock and pulled him up to my mouth, stroking its great
length with one hand while massage his massage goose egg balls with the
other.  My tongue stretched out to touch the head of the 8 1/2 inches,
covering the soft firm flesh with little stabs.  Guiding that delicious
cock into the O ring of my mouth, my hands moved around to grasp his ass
and pull the length of that cock down my throat.  It was so hot, I almost
came just on contact with it.

Ryan leaned forward on his hands and knees and began to slowly fuck my
face, driving his cock deep into my mouth, then out until it was almost
free, then driving forward again.  My hands cupped his great ass, my
fingers teasing the crease of his ass, searching for the elusive pucker of
his asshole.  Finding it, my finger pushed against the opening, seeking
entrance to his rectum.  His reaction was immediate as he groaned and
thrust even harder into my waiting mouth.  I began to control his pace,
letting him pull all the way out, then pulling him back so that his cock
was buried deep in my mouth and throat.  I could feel his cock expanding
now and knew that he would be coming soon, sending torrents of his hot seed
deep into my throat.

But, Ryan had other, more imaginative ideas.  He slowly pulled his
delicious cock from my mouth and worked his way down my body.  His lips
found mind and his tongue thrust quickly and perfectly into my mouth,
swirling around the nooks and crannies.  Breaking the kiss, he gazed
lovingly into my eyes.

"God, I love you so much," he said, between powerful thuds of his heart,
felt all along the contours of my body.

Before I could answer, Ryan moved down my body and spread my legs, throwing
them over his shoulders, his hands slowly sliding down my thighs, lips
kissing the insides of my calves.  Taking his great cock in his hand, he
pointed the fat head against my dripping cunt lips and pressed.  With
effort, his cock pushed deep into my pussy, filling every square millimeter
of space until it reached a dead end, deep inside of me.  I was so filled!
So complete!  So fucking good that I began to rock my groin against his.  I
lifted his arms to free my legs from his shoulders and draped them around
his waist, locking my ankles, the heels of my feet pressing against the
dimples at the top of his ass, pulling him harder and harder into my pussy.

My, god, I thought!  This is the fuck of my life!  Ryan was pumping me so
deeply I felt that if I had placed a wad of gum on his cock head, I'd be
chewing it by now!  Faster and faster his pistoning of my cunt continued as
I held onto him for dear life.  I felt the coming together of my mini-
orgasms that I'd been experiencing, climbing the orgasmic mountain to even
newer heights.

"Mhphmmmmmmmmmm," I murmured into his ear as my hands pulled his head down
to my chest.  "I'mmmm gonnna cummmmm, honey.  Eiiii!  Oh, God, I' gonna
explode!!!" I hollered

"We'll do it together, honey.  I love you, love you, love you," he murmured
over and over as his thrustings picked up the pace.  His cock was expanding
now, thicker, longer, hotter, like iron, pumping and pumping and……

Finally, I felt the first long, hard spurt of his cum splatter against my
cervix, boiling like hot oil deep inside of me, triggering off an
overpowering, unyielding orgasm, my screams of passion mixing with his as
his come continued to spray and spray my overheated pussy.  My juices were
spurting around his cock as I came in fury as he froze, his cock buried to
the hilt in my pussy.

Finally, Ryan collapsed atop me, both our bodies shaking so violently that
we probably registered on the earthquake scale at Princeton.  Holding onto
my man with great urgency, I whispered to him, "I love you so much,
sometimes it makes me cry, it hurts so much."

Ryan raised his head, his hands cupping my face, lightly kissing my lips.
His eyes are so intense sometimes, a light blue with golden flecks, that I
feel him inside my head.

"I love you with every inch of me, Sweetheart and not just these inches,
either," he said, squeezing himself so that his cock jumped in my pussy.

Sometime later, when the girls were home and the youngest had demonstrated
her latest Karate moves, I cooked a masterpiece of a dinner and we all
collapsed before the VCR.  What a tableau, I thought.  Ryan in his corner
of the family room couch, me with my head on his chest, two of our cats on
our laps and three little beauties on the floor.  Is this a great world or
what???

Sunday Morning I left an exhausted Ryan sleeping soundly and showered,
dressed in my best casual look - jeans, boots, huge necked turtleneck
sweater, a gold belt of meeting hands purchased many years before and my
leather 3/4 jacket, belt tightly knotted.  I danced down the stairs to the
kitchen, fixing the morning breakfast snack for the cats and put up coffee
on a timer for Ryan.

I drove my black Chevy Blazer out of the garage and headed up toward the
diner, hoping that tiny Beth would really be there.  I was having my
doubts, now.  Not about my personal feelings.  I was uncertain that I had
correctly read her intentions at Loehmanns, now.  Well, if she's not there,
then that's life.  (I know, I know.  Of course she'd be there.  Else, I
wouldn't have included it in this story!  But, let me do this my own way.
Exactly as it happened.  I really did think she wouldn't be there!)

Pulling into the diner parking lot, I walked up the stairs of the diner and
entered.  Glancing around, I didn't see Beth and requested a booth in the
no smoking section, thanked the young lady for the menu and settled back to
wait.  Glancing at my watch, I saw that I was a little early.  Only 930AM.

The waitress returned and I glanced up at her plain, but pretty face.  "I'm
expecting someone, but she might not be here for a little while.  How 'bout
just a cup of coffee for now.  OK?"

"Sure, Sweetie.  No problem.  Be right back," she smiled and turned her
little fanny at my face and waltzed off.  Damn, those instincts are really
in place!  No!  Not where I come in to eat a lot with Ryan and friends?  No
way.  I opened my purse and took out my Palm Pilot and began to make notes
for Monday's initial round of meetings.

"I saw you walk in and I panicked," a small voice whispered near my ear.  I
turned to see Beth standing near my shoulder and my heart skipped a beat.
She was dressed in extraordinarily tight jeans, a black cotton turtleneck
shirt and a beige Calvin Klein jacket.  She stood there like a tiny
porcelain doll and my heart beat so loudly in my chest, I was sure that it
could be heard all over the crowded diner.  I smiled at her and reached out
for her tiny, tiny hand.

"Sit down, please, Beth.  Don't be so nervous.  Just relax," I said softly,
hoping to reassure her.  Glancing about, she eased herself into the booth
across from me, carefully placing her purse next to her.  She took a long
time to carefully fold her outer leather jacket and place it just to the
other side of her purse.  She shifted in her seat several times, folded and
unfolded her hands, wringing them a little, eyes focused on them only.

"Hello, Beth.  How are you?" I said as brightly as I could to defuse the
obvious tension.

Beth looked up at me and, upon meeting my eyes, suddenly breathed a laugh.
"I am so sorry, Randi.  I. . . I'm usually not this . . . weird," she said,
lacing the fingers of her right hand through her startlingly silver hair.
"I'm usually loquacious, talkative, funny . . . but, now, I'm stuttering
like a small child," she said, her eyes once again diverting.

"Look, Beth," I said, reaching my hand across the booth to touch my fingers
to the back of her hand," I came here to meet and get to know a new friend.
Nothing more.  If there ever is more, that would be something that we
mutually desire.  Nothing else.  Can we start from there?"

Beth stared at me for a long moment, then turned to look out the window at
nothing in particular.  "That's what I want, too, Randi.  You seemed so
funny and nice at Loehmanns.  Then, when your hand touched me, old
feelings, old dreams came flooding back to me, things that I've fantasized
about for years.

"Here's this old married lady, great marriage, grown children, great
opportunities . . . but, every once in a while, I let myself indulge in
fantasies about . . . you know, about . . . women.  And, here I am in a
diner, talking with a woman young enough to be my daughter about . . . "

Taking her hand in mine, I whispered, "I've only been a part of this world
for a few short months, Beth, but I can tell you there are many, many more
women thinking the same way right now.  In this diner, for that matter.  It
is not something to be ashamed of amongst friends, Beth - carefully
selected friends, that is."

Her hand seemed to turn slightly red where my fingers had touched her.  Did
I do that or is it her mind?  That was the exact moment that the waitress
chose to bring my coffee.  When she saw my companion and our hands
touching, she almost dropped the hot cup.  As she placed it down, she
looked in my direction and I detected a carefully modulated wink.

"May I bring you something?" she asked of Beth, a warm smile crossing her
pretty face.

"Just . . . Just coffee for now, please," she said,

"Back in a minute," she said, swinging away.

"See?  That's exactly what I meant," I said, squeezing Beth's hand which
remained in mine.

"Oh, my," Beth whispered.  "I had no idea.  Do you think she knows what
we're talking about?"

"Do I think so?  No.  I know so.  Beth, it's alright.  Believe me, you're
not alone."

"Really?  Then, this burning sensation that I have to leap across this
table and attack you right now is normal?" she said, a slight smile
cracking her face.

"Normal?" I laughed, my other hand now joining in caressing her tiny hand.
"Well, a little extreme, I would say, but, yes!"

Beth laughed, a sparkling sound from her china doll mouth, relaxing for
probably the first time in almost 24 hours.  "God, I feel so . . . crazy
right now."

"How about if we get out of here and go for a ride together, to get to know
one another?" I suggested.  "I'd invite you over, but with three little
girls and a husband at home, we wouldn't have a moment to talk at all."

Hesitating for a moment, bur obviously relieved, Beth fixed me with those
large, sad eyes.

"I would love to.  My husband is in Paris for the next several days.  We
could go to my place.  I can cook us a better breakfast than they serve
here, anyway."  "Sounds like a plan," I said brightly.  Looking around for
the waitress, I signaled her for a check.  As she handed me the slip, her
eyes said, "Have fun."

Outside the diner and standing next to Beth, I felt as though I were with
my smallest daughter.  She pulled her coat around her tiny body and said,
"Why don't you follow me.  It's not far."

"Okay, that's my new blazer.  Just pull out and I'll follow," I said.
Impulsively, Beth stood on her tip toes and kissed my cheek.  Then, she
darted away.

I started the Blazer and pulled out, waiting by the exit.  Soon, Beth drove
up in a Mercedes Benz 600, honked twice and bade me follow her.  Wow!  Nice
wheels, I thought.  Wonder what her husband does for a living?

I followed Beth for a few miles of winding streets and turns until we
finally pulled into a plush development of multiple acre homes.  As she
pulled into the driveway of a large, beautiful contemporary home, I pulled
just a bit down the street and parked by the curb.  I watched Beth climb
out of that monster car and look for me.  Finding my Blazer, she walked to
the front door and waited as I hurried to meet her.

"Incidentally, Randi Hilliard.  Beth . . .?"

"Kaplan," she said.  "So very nice to meet you Ms. Hilliard."

The same to you," Ms. Kaplan.

Laughing, we entered the beautiful home.  Beth immediately turned off the
alarm system and dropped her purse on the entrance table.  Still nervous,
but obviously bolstered by the familiar surroundings, Beth walked into the
kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable in the family room, Randi.  I'll put up the
coffee," she called from the kitchen.

"Okay," I answered.  "What a beautiful home.  Your husband must do very
well," I added.

"Well yes.  That and a sizeable inheritance from my side, keeps us going
pretty well," Beth called from the kitchen.

I wandered through the plush carpeting to the all glass wall that faced a
small man-made lake.  This house was the only one that faced the lake, a
stark, yet serene picture of approaching winter and solitude.

"Here we are," Beth said, bearing a tray of a coffee pot and cups to the
coffee table.  We sat down and she poured each of us a cup.  Great coffee,
by the way.  We began to talk about a lot of things, our likes, our
dislikes, our husbands, our children.  Beth was 52 years old, but looked as
though the aging process had skipped her starting a good 10 years ago.  Her
two daughters were an Oncologist and a Patent Attorney, respectively.  As
we spoke, her nervousness dissipated, her demeanor softened.  And, I was
becoming more and more turned on.  I'm sure she saw that, but she said
nothing.  On impulse, I threw caution to the winds and reached my hand
across the back of the sofa to gently stroke the back of Beth's neck.  Her
breath caught in her throat and she stopped talking in the middle of a
sentence.  She turned her head to look into my eyes.

"Randi, I'm so much older than you.  Wouldn't you prefer someone more your
age?" she asked, so softly I barely heard her, her eyes betraying her
words.

"Beth, don't you understand?  I want to be with you, not someone else my
age, as you put it.  That happens, too, but, I'm here now, with you."  I
leaned forward toward her and lightly, gently, kissed her lips.  "And, I
want only you", I added.

Beth shook visibly at the touch of my lips against hers, her fingers going
to her lips to see if I had really kissed her.  Her eyes were locked on
mine, a tear forming in the corner of an eye.  I reached my hand to the
back of her head, enjoying the feel of her extraordinarily soft hair, and
brought her face close to my own.  My tongue flicked out and touched the
tear as if fell onto her high cheek bone and swallowed the salty morsel.  A
cry escaped her tiny mouth at the touch of my tongue and she leaned
forward, her head resting on my chest.

"Randi, you'll have to show me what to do," she whispered.  "Please do."

Saying not a word, I slipped my fingers under her chin and raised her face
to mine, my lips seeking hers, my touch bringing an immediate whimper from
Beth's throat, her hand tentatively reaching out to hold my face.  Gently,
my tongue began to caress the surface of her lips, touching all of both of
them, then across the crease between them.  Slowly, her lips parted and my
tongue slipped inside.  Waiting at the doorway to her mouth was her tongue,
eager to partake.  Whimpered into my mouth, her tongue touched mine .

Breaking off our kiss, I stared into her eyes, looking for any indecision
on Beth's part.  What I found instead was a beautiful tiny face that belied
her age - smooth skin and a wealth of wonder in her smoldering eyes.  I
smiled at her and quickly kissed the tip of her nose.  Her return smile
rewarded mine as did her quick nip at my nose.

Beth rose from the couch and pulled me up before her.  Only 5'4" tall, I
still towered over her by at least 7-8 inches, but I let myself be led by
the hand out of the family room and down the hallway, past works of art
with which I was very familiar.  At the end of the hall, Beth opened a door
and stood back as I entered her bedroom.

"Hi, Grandma!"

Okay.  Now.  I can positively say that just about anything that can happen
to me has now happened to me.  In a way, I wasn't as surprised as I perhaps
should have been.  In retrospect, it all seemed so damn pat.  Not that I'm
complaining, mind you.  A breathtaking teenage blonde cherub, an Alecia
Silverstone lookalike, wrapped tightly in a purple bed sheet in the middle
of a giant sleigh bed, her long blonde hair flowing over satiny smooth
shoulders, bright eyes sparkling is not something you throw out of bed in
haste.  But, 'Grandma???'

Stopping dead in my tracks, I looked at Beth's sparkling eyes and
newly-casual manner and I knew that I had been conned by the best of them.
Beth walked to the bed and sat beside her Granddaughter and lightly kissed
her on the lips.  Turning to me, her smile became a bit more contrite at
her deception.

"I'm sorry, Randi. I just couldn't resist the temptation to put on a little
show," she said.  Her hand grasped the corner of the sheet and slowly drew
it down, exposing two large, very delicious- looking tits, nipples erect
and as red as an Arizona Sunrise.  "Can you ever, ever forgive me?  And,
Shelley?" she continued, her smile now as evil as any I'd ever seen before.

Playing my part, I walked around the bed to the French doors, looking out
on the brilliantly sunlit afternoon.  I turned and studied my surroundings.
The room was immense, with three skylights, one centered directly over the
bed.  At the far end of the room, the French doors which opened onto a
completely enclosed garden, still filled with many beautiful plants, even
in the cold weather.  On the opposite wall, a fireplace of huge proportions
centered on the huge bed.

I fixed Beth with a purposeful glare and advanced on the bed, stopping
abruptly, my hands on my hips.  I glared at both of them until their smiles
began to disappear.  When I was sure that they were both uncertain of my
feelings, I quickly leaned my knees onto the bed and took Shelley's
beautiful soft tits into my hands, kneading the super soft flesh as my lips
locked onto her cupid's bow lips.  Startled, the Cherub nevertheless opened
her mouth wide, her tongue grabbing onto mine and sucking it into her
mouth.

Stepping back from the bed, my hands went to the bottom of my sweater and,
in a single sweep, pulled it over my head.  As I slowly reached behind by
back to unhook my bra, I watched as Beth's hands reached around her
Granddaughter's body and cupped her tits from behind, her lips licking all
over her shoulder and neck.  Eyes glazed already, Shelley watched, licking
her lips as she waited for my tits to come into view.  Purposely slow, I
released the hook and slipped the shoulder straps down, still holding the
bra in front of me.  Standing beside the bed, I let the bra slip from my
hands to a very nice chorus of "ooooos" and "ahhhhhs".  So great for my
ego!

Surprising both the Grandmother and Granddaughter, I moved away and walked
around to the other side of the bed.  Beth stared at me as I approached
her, my tits swaying slightly as I walked.  Releasing Shelley's tits and
turning on the bed, Beth reached out to cup my tits in her hands, hefting
them, feeling their weight, their softness, her fingers and thumbs rotating
my nipples.  I groaned softly under her manipulation and smiled at her.
Over her shoulder, I watched as Shelley reached around her Grandmother's
body and held and squeezed her tits through her sweater.  Her hands slid
down and pulled her sweater free of her jeans, letting her hands slide
underneath, pushing the bra aside so she could handle her Grandmother's
bare tits.

"Oh, Grandma," she whispered.  "I love to feel your titties in my hands,"
she murmured, her hands rotating the flesh, fingers and thumbs busy at the
nipples.

I reached down and grasped Beth's sweater and pulled it over her head and
threw it on the floor.  Shelley released her Grandmother's bra and her tits
jiggled into view.

If you can imagine a tiny beauty with breasts of at least 34C, it was as
though a perfect Barbie Doll had come to life.  Perfection in shape, round,
full, with only the slightest sag, her breast caps were raised, centered
with red, perfect eraser shaped nipples.  Fully extended and rock hard, her
nipples appealed to me as if they were nectar and I a humming bird.  I
watched her Granddaughter reach around and hold them, squeezing them and
teasing her nipples.  As she held them up as an offering to me, I leaned
forward to suck one nipple into my mouth.  Beth squealed as my teeth
nibbling gently.  Returning the favor to my tits, Beth's fingers pulling
hard on my nipples as I continued to suck on hers.  I kissed the flesh of
Shelley's hands where they still covered her Grandmother's tit flesh.  My
hands gently touched Beth's arms, my fingertips tracing tenderly up and
down , enjoying the soft and smooth skin.

Beth's hands reluctantly gave up my tits as she unbuckled my belt and
pulled down my zipper, sliding my jeans from my hips and ass, down my legs
and off.  Her hands returned to cup my panty clad ass, squeezing my ass
cheeks gently.  Slowly, her hands grasped my panties and slowly slid them
over my hips and my ass.  The panties were glued to my pussy by the copious
juices oozing there and she gently pulled them loose, a loud cry coming
from my mouth as my soaking cunt came into view.

I gave up on Beth's tits now because I had to make her as naked as the rest
of us. My hands gently caressed the skin of her stomach, her back.  Now,
both my hands cupped her breasts, holding them gently, rolling them on her
chest, squeezing them, pinching her nipples.  My lips coursed down her
stomach to her exposed belly-button, kissing and licking deep into her.  I
pulled her to her feet and my hands moved to her Chanel belt buckle and
opened it, followed by the catch on her jeans and pulled her zipper down.
I knelt before her and looking up, I saw that her eyes had again closed in
anticipation.  Gently and slowly, I eased her jeans down over her hips and
ass, down her thighs until they poodle around her feet, clad now only in
her tiny black panties.

How does one keep a body like this for 52 years, I wondered?  Full, supple
thighs, a rounded ass, smooth skin.  An absolute treasure, I thought as I
let my hands roam down over her hips to her thighs, enjoying the softness
of her, and the smoothness of her skin.  Frequently moaning and squealing,
Beth simply held onto my head for balance as her legs seemed to quiver
under my touch.  At length, my fingers slipped into the waist band of her
panties and pulled them down over her ass and off.

Oh, my! I thought, staring at her silver gray pussy hair.  Oh, God, did I
want this lady now!

I stood up and lead Beth back to the bed, sat down and pulled her in
between my spread thighs.  As my hands surrounded her tiny waist and pulled
her tits toward my mouth, a crawling Shelley crept up behind my back and
reached around to cup my tits.  As my lips locked around one of Beth's
tits, I felt those darling hands on mine, her large tits pressing into my
back.  My hands slipped down to Beth's softly rounded, tiny ass, squeezing
the globes in my fingers.  How soft and smooth they felt!  I could feel her
legs shake as I held her tight, her hands on my head keeping me against
her.  Behind me, the soft and juicy teenager was grinding her chest against
me, her hands squeezing my tits hard.  I felt wet kisses and a tongue on my
back, my shoulders, hands roaming all over my back, my arms, down to my
stomach, almost to my pussy hair, then back up to reclaim my tits.  I
momentarily released Beth's tits and turned my head toward Shelley, who
rewarded me by kissing me long and heard, her tongue slithering into my
mouth.

I turned Beth to one side and pulled her down until she was sitting on my
lap, my arms around her as though I were cuddling a tiny child.  Her head
rested on my shoulder, lips against my neck as I caressed her wonderful
body.  Stroking her arms tenderly, I moved to her shoulder, lightly running
my fingertips across the tender flesh, dropping down to again grasp her
tits, first one - pulling hard on the distended nipple - then, the other,
each time brining a noticeably louder squeal.  My hand now slid down her
stomach and out onto her hip, again teasing the soft and smooth flesh,
teasing the tiny peach fuzz hair that barely covered her skin.  From there,
my hands continued their Southern journey, lightly stroking first one
fresh, smooth thigh, then the other.  As my hands reached that goal, the
thighs began to part.

The smell of her pussy assaulted my nose, a mini-orgasm exploding with
flashing white lights in my mind.  I let my hand slide down between those
thighs, caressing the inner surface of each.  Beth writhed on my lap,
stirring the pot of my pussy with her ass, her hands running over my body
wherever she could reach.  My tits, my shoulders, around my hips, her
fingers coming into frequent contact with her Granddaughter's.  They fought
for and shared every square inch of my flesh as my body began to constantly
tingle.

I slid my hand under Beth's legs and moved her from my lap to the bed.  As
she lay there, her legs slightly raised and parted, my heart leaped
watching the juices drip from her gray-white hair covered pussy, her eyes
hooded with lust.  Shelley crawled to her grandmother, her hands moving
across her thighs to her stomach, her lips kissing and sucking Beth's tits.
She was on her knees, shiny, smooth and soft ass raised into the air.
Unable to resist the temptation, I moved behind the soft teenager and began
to kiss and lick the beautiful ass cheeks.

Squealing loudly, Shelley turned her head to me, a huge smile crossing her
beautiful face as she locked eyes with me.  Smiling, I gently spanked her
ass and followed it with a kiss as she turned back to her Grandmother's
tits.  I backed up a few inches to gaze at her rounded ass, her cheeks
slightly parted, her bright pink asshole winking at me as she worked.
Below, her barely haired pussy glimmered in the subdued light, her pussy
juices pooling in her hole.  Her clit was so big, it could be seen almost
from across the room, peeking out of its protective hood.

I moved back in, my tongue dropping to her pussy, licking up the tangy
juices from her pussy hole as Shelley twitched beneath me.  I took those
cheeks in my hand to hold her in place and pressed my tongue against her
huge clitty, marveling at its size, like a tiny, tiny pecker.  I stabbed at
it with my tongue, licking all around it, wrapping my teeth around its
girth.  Shelley's sudden, loud squeal shocked me, but didn't stop me.  I
had it how and wasn't about to let it go.  Her shaking became more and more
pronounced and I could feel that she was about to come.  I immediately
released her clitty and grabbed her tightly around her hips, driving my
tongue deep into her cunt.  With a cry, Shelley released a torrent of cum
onto my driving tongue as she came over and over, her mouth working hard at
her Grandmother's tits.

"Oh, ohhhh, oooooohhh ---God!  Fuck me!  Ohhhhhhhhhh, yessssss. . ." She
cried, grinding her pussy back into my face.  Holding her tightly against
my face, I continued to suck her pussy juices until she collapsed across
her Grandmother's body, exhausted.

"Oh, my God, Randi, wow!" the delightful teenager murmured.  "I knew it
would be good.  I just knew it!  But, God, I almost exploded!" she
continued.

With an evil chuckle, I moved up her ass, my lips kissing as I went.  I lay
across her writhing body and reached out for Grandma, taking her shoulders
in my hands and kissing her waiting lips.  I continued moving until I was
laying completely on top of her, our lips locked together, tongues swirling
alternatively in each others' mouth.

Slowly, I moved down Beth's body to her tits, sucking as much of each
tittie into my mouth as I could get, my tongue working hard on her nipples.
My mouth opened as wide as possible, sucking in almost half of one tit
while my hand worked the other.  My other hand gently slid down the
smoothness of her stomach to glide onto her hip and down a raised thigh.
Moving to the inside, my fingers traced the incredible softness up to her
waiting, heaving pussy.  As my fingers touched her slit, more pussy juices
began to flow onto my hand.  Poking through the incredible forest between
Beth's legs, my finger entered her vagina, into the incredibly hot ridges
inside her cunt.

My finger pushed in until my palm pressed against her mound, feeling the
accumulated juices that matted the hair.  Beth began to moan over and over,
her hips rising to take my finger into her cunt.  Her hand covered mine,
pulling my finger into her as far as could be.  My mouth moved to her
stomach, kissing my way down to her pussy and encountering her soaked pussy
hair.  I began to lap up the accumulated juices in her hair as my finger
continued to work, soon joined by another finger, deep inside her.  My
thumb moved over her raised, stiff little clitty, rotating it around and
around.

Beth's groans were now becoming more and more pronounced, her rocking hips
thrusting her pussy hard against my hand.  My mouth approached her apex, my
tongue licking its way to her hot pussy.  I crawled around until I lay
between Beth's legs, my hands raising them and pushing them back almost to
her stomach, exposing her dripping pussy and her winking, tiny, tiny, tiny
asshole.

I reached out with my tongue to wet her asshole, tasting the wonderful
flavor of it.  Beth let out a "whoop!" sound at the touch of my tongue, her
hands reaching down to hold her legs up and wide.  As I was about to plunge
in, a soft, blonde face drew alongside mine, her tongue reaching for my
mouth.  I touched it with mine and, together, we attacked her Grandmother's
asshole.

Two tongues darting at the puckered butt hole from both the left and the
right as Beth began to moan louder and louder, crying out in agonized
passion.  My fingers continued their thrusting as we continued to
manipulate her tiny hole.  Pushing my tongue out of the way, Shelley pushed
her tongue into her Grandmother's asshole as I watched, fully an inch
inside of her.  Beth screamed long and loud as that tongue fucked her
asshole and my fingers pumped quickly in and out of her pussy.

Beth was quickly loosing her control, her hips pumping spasmodically as
both Shelley and I continued to pump into her openings.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Shit, Baby.  Yes, fuck Grandma's asshole.  Oh, yes,
Randi, do me………Oh, dammit to hell and fuckkkkkkkkk", she screamed,
hopefully not loud enough for the neighbors to call the police.

Suddenly, both Shelley and I were doused by a copious flow of cum from
Beth's cunt, dripping down onto our tongues as we savored her glorious
body.  With a sudden convulsing, Beth's body arched high, froze and with a
final, loud cry, collapsed.  Finally . removing our tongues from her
Grandmother, Shelley and I kissed, our tongues exchanging wondrous tastes.

I rolled over onto my back, spent from multiple mini-orgasms, lying flush
against the tiny form of the Grandmother, the Granddaughter's head resting
on her pulsating pussy.  "Oh, wow, wow and shit! Wow!"" Shelley whispered,
her hands rubbing her own slit.  "I knew this would be good when I
suggested it to Grandma, but I never expected to come over and over and
over and…"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm.  I had a feeling this would be special, precious," Beth said,
her voice still thick from a severe body lashing.  She spread out her arms,
pulling both of toward her.  We lay there for long moments, just enjoying
the closeness.

"Okay.  Now.  How long have you two been doing this?" I asked, thinking
ahead to another possible story.  "who seduced whom?"

"When I was ten and Grandma babysat for me.  I had stolen a bunch of dirty
books from Mom and Dads' bedroom and read through them.  I loved the guys
and their cocks, yeah.  But, I really liked the pictures and stories of
woman and girls together.  Especially, the ones with a much older woman and
a little girl.  That was me.  I kept looking at the pictures for a long
time and began to play with myself while I did it.  Suddenly, I pictured
Grandma and me doing it and I came over and over.

"That night, Grandma watched me and my baby brother and I planned it all.
Right after Darren was asleep in his crib, I undressed, got into my best
nightie and came back down to sit with Grandma, also in hers, to watch
television.  As we sat there, I let my leg rest against hers and kept
pressing my leg against hers.  Suddenly, I reached across Grandma's lap and
kissed her lips.  I pulled back quickly and snickered at her surprised
smile.

"I jumped down and walked over to open the cabinet beneath the VCR.  I
found exactly what I was looking for: "Hot Honey", one that I'd watched
Daddy hide there.  I put it into the VCR and ran back to sit next to
Grandma."

"Oh, God, I am getting so damn hot listening to you," I said," my fingers
stroking my pussy.

Beth leaned over me.  "I have every intention of taking care of that, my
dear.  "Lie still, now.  This time I want you to just enjoy everything.
This is our present to you.  You keep listening to my little one while I
fuck your brains out" she whispered.

Well, at first I was going to refuse, of course, but then . . . . .

Beth's lips moved down to my chin, to my neck, my shoulders and along each
arm, kissing and licking every inch of my body.  Moving further down, her
lips stopped at both of my tits, sucking each swollen nipple into her
mouth.  Her lips continued down my body now, stopping at that wonderful
juncture at the base of my rib cage and then to the depression of my navel.
I was moaning over and over, squirming, crying out as my body was
ministered to, her lips touching my pussy hair and the juices that coated
them, her hands grasped my breasts in her hands, cupping them, pulling on
them.

"Grandma almost died of embarrassment when she saw that tape," Shelley
continued.  "It was two women - a really older woman with a very, real
young girl.  I still don't know where Daddy finds these things.  The more
they did to each other, the closer I moved to Grandma, finally putting my
hand on her leg and sliding it up under her nightie.  Grandma didn't wear
any panties, so the next thing I knew, my fingers were teasing her pussy
through all that hair."

Beth licked the accumulated pussy juice that had coated me as I listened to
the story from her Granddaughter.  Words flowed through my conscious mind -
words like pussy, cunt, my fingers pushing into her cunt, Grandma pulling
Shelley onto her lap to hold and kiss her, letting her hands trail all over
the young girl.  At the same time, my juices were flowing like liquid brown
sugar and Beth, not one to waste food, dived for my cunt, intercepting the
flow with her avid mouth and tongue.  Her hands spread my legs apart as she
crawled on her stomach to force her face deep into my pussy.  My hands held
her face against me as my hips bucked in spasms against her face.  Her
hands swept beneath me to hold my ass tight, squeezing my ass cheeks in
time with her thrusting tongue.  My moaning became more urgent now as
mini-orgasms exploded in tiny volleys of fireworks in my mind.

"When Grandma's fingers pushed into my little pussy, I grabbed her tits in
my hands and squeezed hard..  I pushed my lips against hers hard, jumping
as my tongue felt hers," Shelley continued, her hands lazily tracing
circles around my straining nipples.  Her fingertips traced down around my
titties, sending sparklers of tingly sensation down to meet with her
Grandmother's industrious tongue in my pussy.  Where exactly is heaven
again? I thought.

Beth slipped first one, then two fingers deep into my pussy, pumping them
in and out as her tongue tortured my hard and hot clittie.  I was almost at
the point of falling off that cliff again as my orgasm built higher and
higher.

"Just as I began to pinch Grandma's nipples harder and harder, her fingers
in me were twisting around and around and I felt the beginning of my first
orgasm with another person," Shelley continued, her fingers pulling hard on
my nipples.

Just then, Beth pulled her fingers from my pussy and thrust them both into
my tight, unsuspecting asshole, her face burying itself on my dripping
pussy.  I thrust my hips hard at the invading fingers and face and grabbed
the blonde Barbie Doll next to me and dragged her over on top of me,
pulling her cunt down onto my face, my tongue waiting as that soft,
delicate, peach fuzzed pussy settled down.

Screaming unheard into the soft, juicy pussy on my face, I experienced an
enormous orgasm that was almost painful in the extended, seemingly unending
ride.  As I rode higher and higher, my hands grasped the wonderful hips and
ass above me.  As I exploded in orgasmic rage, my juices almost drowned
Beth, my asshole clutching hard at the invading finger, my pussy muscles
locked around her driving tongue.  I tasted the copious flow of juices from
Shelley's pussy as she rocked back and forth on my face, her orgasm a long,
slow, sweet measure of my frolicking tongue inside her.  As she settled
down, my hands now stroked the length of her incredibly smooth and soft
legs while Beth rested her cheek on my newly-matted pussy hair.

Wow!

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