‘Would it be a problem if you brought it to my house Friday morning?’ Robert had asked. ‘Of course not. What time?’ She asked, surprised since...he had always come to her house. ‘Say around 10:00.’ He told her. ‘Sure, I’ll see you then.’ She said and by the time they had hung up, she had already begun to feel as if he had just kissed her. Butterflies were dancing inside her, and she laughed to herself thinking how funny it might look if those butterflies actually got free. She was still giggling. The next morning, it would be back to the pancake house where both of them would drink plenty of coffee and then Uncle Milton would catch a plane around noon or 1:00, flying off to the next sick animal, not to be seen for another year. This year the following day was a Sunday, so I knew most of us would spend that day recovering.We got up and got going and at 8:30, Doug and Dougie came over. The three of us made breakfast as our men sat at the table. We had pancakes, bacon and sausage. I took. Not being able to see what they were doing only added to my excitement. I had to imagine their tongues in each other's mouth, the long strings of saliva between them as they pulled apart to savor the moment before devouring each other again.Charlotte wiggled her bottom as I held her hips to allow my tongue to delve deeper into her pussy, she moaned into Cathy's mouth and my mouth filled with her sweet, tangy fluids. I swallowed quickly again and again until there was no more and moved very. Both girls clapped gleefully at the movement.“I’ll tell Ali you’re here,” Judy said. “No! Hell, Karla, you’re her sister. Why don’t you just walk in and surprise her?” Which is exactly what they did.When they entered Ali’s office, she was on the phone. Catching a glimpse of Karla, Ali just exclaimed, “Bye!” slammed the phone down and did a forward somersault over her desk landing on her feet right in front of Karla.“Baby Sister!” she screamed, then folded Karla into her arms.If the kiss Karla.
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