Before I can complete a phrase, I'm silenced with a passionate, French kiss from Kimberly that closes my eyes shut. With this tongues exploring each other's mouth, I finger and rub her sensitive clit. Her tendencies to my fingers pressing her turn me on enough to talk her over onto her straight back and consume her pussy throughout again. Distracted, I hardly recognize Brenda quietly dropping off the bed. Out of my distinct view, she slides into her bathroom and sets on a band on. Then, she fractures open the restroom home to view me taking place on Kimberly on her bed. Lord just knows what's going on in her mischievous mind at the moment. Where'd Brenda go? I ask, pausing my language to view around her bedroom. I believe she went downstairs to check on the celebration, Kimberly fibs, unproductive me with her fingers working through my hair. I thought Designer was catering the celebration, I remark, looking up in to her bright, orange innocent eyes. She'll be ri...