Before I could total a phrase, I am silenced with a excited, French kiss from Kimberly that closes my eyes shut. With your tongues exploring each other's mouth, I finger and rub her sensitive clit. Her responses to my hands touching her turn me on enough to coax her over onto her straight back and eat her pussy all over again. Diverted, I barely notice Brenda silently falling down the bed. Out of my type of view, she moves into her toilet and places on a band on. Then, she fractures start the restroom home to view me going down on Kimberly on her bed. God just knows what's planning on in her bizarre mind at the moment. Where'd Brenda move? I ask, pausing my language to view about her bedroom. I believe she went downstairs to check on the celebration, Kimberly fibs, unproductive me with her fingers operating through my hair. I believed Amber was catering the party, I comment, seeking up into her brilliant, blue simple eyes. She'll be straight back, Kimberly promises,...