She made a production of peeling, and Sandy was surprised to see that the red- head had worn neither bra nor panties.She made a production of peeling, and Sandy was surprised to see that the red- head had worn neither bra nor panties. 'You naughty girl!' 'I know! I've been hot all day.' She drew the kimono on, knotting the belt authentically high on her body, just below her perky breasts. Her shapely slender legs scissored beneath the hem. In a moment, two beautiful, but unlikely looking geishas emerged, and returned to the sofa and the bubbly. After finishing and refilling the glasses, Seanna asked, 'Do you like your present, little sister?' Sandy folded her arms around Seanna's shoulders and kissed her. 'Oh, yes, Seanna. Oo, the way it feels!' 'Good,' she said, drawing back the folds of her kimono to expose her freckled breasts, her full pink nipples. She winked at Sandy, and continued, 'How will you thank me for it?' Sandy giggled, put her glass down, and began to run her fingers over the rosy cones. Seanna slipped down on the couch, till she was half- lying on it, the kimono riding up to her waist. Sandy's questing fingers gently squeezed the fleshy globes. She stroked and skimmed them with the tips of her fingers, then gently flicked them each with her tongue. She loosened the knot in the belt, and drew the silky material apart, then drew her fingers over the red-head's belly, pausing to play with her sensuous navel. Her questing fingers strayed downward, playing in the red curls that speared up the white softly curved belly, all the while, her lips and tongue working the sensitive tips of Seanna's breasts. |