Before I will utter a word, I'm silenced with a enthusiastic, German kiss from Kimberly that closes my eyes shut. With your tongues exploring each other's mouth, I hand and wipe her sensitive and painful clit. Her tendencies to my fingers pressing her turn me on enough to talk her around onto her back and eat her pussy around again. Diverted, I rarely notice Brenda quietly falling off the bed. Out of my line of view, she falls in to her bathroom and puts on a tie on. Then, she chips open the restroom home to watch me heading down on Kimberly on her bed. Lord just knows what's planning on in her naughty mind at the moment. Where'd Brenda go? I question, pausing my tongue to view around her bedroom. I think she gone downstairs to confirm the party, Kimberly fibs, unproductive me with her fingers operating through my hair. I believed Designer was catering the party, I comment, looking up in to her bright, blue simple eyes. She'll be right back, Kimberly promises, r...