Before I could utter a word, I'm silenced with a excited, French hug from Kimberly that closes my eyes shut. With your tongues exploring each other's mouth, I hand and rub her painful and sensitive clit. Her responses to my hands pressing her turn me on enough to coax her around onto her back and eat her pussy around again. Distracted, I rarely detect Brenda quietly dropping off the bed. Out of my line of view, she slips into her bathroom and places on a band on. Then, she cracks start the toilet home to view me going down on Kimberly on her bed. God only knows what's planning on in her naughty brain at the moment. Where'd Brenda get? I ask, pausing my tongue to glance around her bedroom. I do believe she gone downstairs to check on the celebration, Kimberly fibs, unproductive me with her fingers working through my hair. I thought Designer was catering the party, I comment, looking up into her brilliant, orange innocent eyes. She'll be back, Kimberly promises, r...