Mary and Cheryl slid over to the new girl on their knees. They each took a turn kissing a breast. “No, not a little kiss,” Stoner told them. “A real kiss, make her feel welcome.”
Mary and Cheryl knelt next to Denise, on either side of her and pressed their lips against her pale brown n*****s. Denise felt the gentle sucking of their lips, the swirling of their tongues. Hands were circling them, while other hands rested on her thighs. She could feel the heat of their naked bodies and the sweet smell of their perfume.
“Mary,” Stoner said, “tickle her t**t. Make her feel at home.”
Mary delved her hand between Denise’s thighs. The entrance to her womb was already moist and it was an easy thing to do to separate the outer lips and press her fingers in. Denise moaned at the pleasurable invasi
