I had started to give him a blow job, when I realized it was not my pussy I was tasting on him, but Lydia’s. xxx sex When we parted, Carl and Lydia were sitting on the corners of the easy chair looking down at the floor. I also wondered at the strange feelings that Lydia’s taste and aroma had aroused in me. It was making me wet and I could feel his arousal through all those clothes. His aroma was intoxicating as I slid my face back and forth over his shirt. Lydia was parked on the sofa with both feet touching the floor, her skirt pushed up over her waist, panties nowhere near and her legs wide open. She was beautiful, a natural blonde as it turned out. I was cumming standing right there. And we girls were filled with another kind of jelly as our pleasure omelet became more and more interesting, too. It was making me wet and I could feel his arousal through all those clothes. She was writhing in ecstasy but had the sense to slip out of her skirt. He didn’t have much staying power that day but I needed him to cum in me and cum hard. (Are we dating ourselves? But Carl was not looking at me, and following his eyes, I glanced over at Frank and Lydia.
