<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dress shop<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited, almost giddy, and very giggly!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste giggled into the sweet kiss, too excited to help herself. Too giddy. Could she be blamed? Everything was happening fast, not just today -- not even noon, and she had already had her between Erin's legs. Their entire relationship was going fast. And while Celeste had never been particularly shy, neither had she ever been the type to . . . well,<em>do this.</em>It might have been overwhelming; it<em>should</em>have been overwhelming, if not for the freedom her role in this little trio provided. Submissive. Little. Sweet thing, sassy thing, a girl expected to obey and be punished when she didn't. Erin set the pace; Mar set the pace. Celeste just followed it, giggling and loving every second of it. She told Erin as much.<br/><br/>"Mmn. I love it, Mommy. I love your sweet pussy; it tastes so good and<em>feels</em>so good on my lips. I want more!" She said, still giggling, even though she was of course not joking. Not even a little bit. She stamped her foot against the floor as if to prove it. For the moment, though, it seemed she not have her demands fulfilled. Not a problem. Showing off<em>all</em>these new dresses for her new Mama was a wonderful consolation prize.<br/><br/>Such a wonderful prize that Celeste became so absorbed in her little display that she did not clue into the purpose behind Erin's approach until the older woman's fingers found their way into her sweet, needy, glistening pussy. She had opened her mouth to ask what Mommy was doing, but the very-welcome penetration answered the question before Celeste could speak. The sound her open mouth made was a high-pitched, perhaps a touch too loud, moan of pleasure. Before she could utter another, the girl bit down on her lip, knees trembling. "Mmn." She squeaked, then bit down a little harder.<br/><br/>Her eyes fluttered shut, and for as long as Erin allowed her to do so, Celeste basked in the pleasure those fingers brought to her. Warm pleasure, not terribly intense, not yet, but wonderful nonetheless. As an added bonus, it seemed, at least temporarily, to soothe the girl's giddiness. There was no more giggling. Not even when Erin pulled her fingers out and offered them, wet and shining beneath the dressing room's light, to the girl's red lips.<br/><br/>She didn't hesitate. Her mouth opened, her head moved forward, and she took the pussy-soaked digit in her mouth, savouring and loving the sweet taste that was a blend of her own arousal and Erin's lovely flesh. She didn't bite it, but it took every ounce of her willpower to stop herself from it. That meant she had none left over to stop her hands from straying. They didn't go to Mommy's pussy. But they did find the sides of the older woman's dress. And they began to tug downward on the thin material, tugging needily. Greedily. She continued to suckle on Erin's finger while she did.