Before I could complete a word, I am silenced with a enthusiastic, French hug from Kimberly that seals my eyes shut. With our tongues discovering each other's mouth, I hand and rub her sensitive clit. Her reactions to my hands pressing her change me on enough to coax her over onto her straight back and consume her pussy around again. Diverted, I hardly notice Brenda silently slipping down the bed. Out of my type of sight, she falls into her toilet and sets on a strap on. Then, she chips open the toilet home to view me going down on Kimberly on her behalf bed. God only understands what's going on in her mischievous mind at the moment. Where'd Brenda go? I ask, pausing my language to view about her bedroom. I think she gone downstairs to be sure of the celebration, Kimberly fibs, unproductive me with her fingers running through my hair. I believed Amber was catering the party, I remark, seeking up into her brilliant, blue simple eyes. She'll be right back, Kimberly pr...