Before I can complete a phrase, I am silenced with a excited, French hug from Kimberly that seals my eyes shut. With this tongues discovering each other's mouth, I hand and rub her sensitive clit. Her reactions to my fingers pressing her change me on enough to coax her around onto her back and eat her pussy all over again. Diverted, I hardly discover Brenda silently slipping down the bed. Out of my distinct sight, she slides in to her bathroom and puts on a band on. Then, she cracks start the bathroom door to watch me going down on Kimberly on her bed. God only knows what's planning on in her mischievous brain at the moment. Where'd Brenda go? I question, pausing my tongue to glance around her bedroom. I believe she went downstairs to be sure of the party, Kimberly fibs, unproductive me with her fingers running through my hair. I thought Designer was catering the party, I remark, seeking up into her bright, blue simple eyes. She'll be right back, Kimberly assures, r...