Before I can total a phrase, I am silenced with a enthusiastic, German kiss from Kimberly that seals my eyes shut. With this tongues exploring each other's mouth, I hand and wipe her painful and sensitive clit. Her reactions to my fingers touching her change me on enough to talk her around onto her straight back and consume her pussy around again. Diverted, I hardly notice Brenda quietly slipping down the bed. Out of my distinct sight, she slides into her bathroom and sets on a strap on. Then, she fractures open the toilet door to watch me heading down on Kimberly on her behalf bed. Lord just knows what's going on in her bizarre brain at the moment. Where'd Brenda go? I ask, pausing my language to glance about her bedroom. I think she gone downstairs to be sure of the celebration, Kimberly fibs, unproductive me with her hands running through my hair. I thought Designer was catering the celebration, I remark, seeking up into her brilliant, orange innocent eyes. She'l...