Carol rocked her hips in rhythm with Ellen’s swirling tongue, then let out a muffled squeal as a warm, tingly orgasm washed over her entire body. One Friday, about seven months later, they were in the middle of a quick shower after finger-blasting and licking each other to delicious heights of pleasure, when Carol said, “I was talking to my mother last night, and I decided to take a trip up to her place in Oklahoma for a visit.”
As she lathered up Carol’s swaying boobs, Ellen said, “That sounds nice … Indian Sex keep going. …shit, just like that…yeah… “Your tits are great, Carol, but I have to admit. … Carol was right. … just like that. … OK, sure. … her eyes closed and her legs still spread wide. Matt doesn’t get home until late every day, so I’ll make Jim a casserole on Monday and bring it by around dinner time.”
“That’d be great, Ellen. …thanks.”
Over the previous several months Ellen and Carol had introduced their husbands to each other and socialized a few times together. …
