Arleen looked into Melody's green-flecked eyes, and shook her head, "No, I'm not cold, I'm frightened, I'm excited, I'm confused, I want so much to please you, I'm scared to hell I'll fuck up, I guess I'm just nervous." "It's ok to be nervous." Melody coo-ed softly into her ear, as she put her arm around her, pulling her down onto the bed. "I love you Arleen, trust me, ok? I'll never hurt you, ok?" Melody whispered soft words of love into Arleen's ear as her hands began to caress her sensitive skin. She lifted her head, and sought Arleen's lips with her's; they kissed, taking in each other's essence, like their first kiss at the airport, only this time it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion, tasting Melody's tongue while her own desi tongue slid over Melody's teeth and inquisitively inspected every square millimeter of her mouth. Melody's hands became bolder; her fingers traced the areola of Arleen's breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first contracted, then hardened to Melody's touch, becoming rubbery as feelings of pleasure began to flow from Melody's finger tips. Melody sighed contented; her own hands caressed Melody's back, as she slid on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered her face to Arleen's breast, her tongue traced where her fingers had been only moments earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery nubbin one after the other. Laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back; Melody could feel heat and moisture seeping from between Arleen's legs. Her own pussy, she felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen's nipple slipped out of Melody's mouth with an audible 'plop'. Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen's navel, and down further below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen spread her legs wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside, offering Melody her densely haired damp pussy. Melody needed no second offer; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen's labia, tasting her. Her tongue probed Arleen's slit, flicking open the moist lips, and finding her pearl-like clitoris. Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvis upward, mashing Melody's face into her sodden New pussy. Melody sensed the change in Arleen's breathing, her thighs began minute electrical little jerks, she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in Melody's hair, holding her face between her legs. "Yes, yes, oh yes there, oh, god." She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her toes flexed wide, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She began to plead, "Please, please please!" She whined. In between Arleen's widespread thighs, Melody had pressed first one, then two, fingers into Arleen's wet walls slurping noisily as copious juice flowed flash as Melody contracted, tightening a wet grip on her fingers as the dove into her soft core with a timeless rhythm, she pressed her nose onto the clit, with short jerks she shook her head, while pressing her nose hard, indian swiping and squishing Arleen's clit against her pelvic bone. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her name, before, the stiffening in orgasm, her fingers digging into her hair, spurts of whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into bus two, then a third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent, her heart pounding, her breathing coming in short gasps, her body covered in perspiration, finally she giggled, "Now I know what I've been missing." Melody slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted soft wet kisses along Arleen's neck, and jaw-line, her fingers trailing across the still heated damp skin, as Arleen's labored breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth, watching Arleen's eyes close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew apart, and whispered softly. "I love you Arleen, give me your hand." He was a Warlock. She left reluctantly, he needed his rest. I have known since early puberty that I New was addicted to sex. She now sat miserably on the bed. Look at indian Cindy and Oliver.” Cindy’s mouth was going faster and deeper. When his head slipped into his little girl, he gritted his teeth and gripped the sheets. “Oh mama, this feels so good. He bent over to search for her private box and found it right away. They were all so kind with their remarks. I hope you enjoy the next installment on bus this story as I desi certainly have enjoyed writing it. Dakota comes over to me. She wipes the trickle of blood from my chin. But when you call beautiful, I can feel that you really mean that you think Im beautiful. flash