<em>"Nnnh-hmmh,"</em>Patti moaned aloud, tossing her head back and turning those smiling lips intently up towards the ceiling.  Swallowing hard, she'd by now relegated much of her response to both hips and thighs, gently pumping herself back and forth in rhythm with Terry whilst that delightful hand stroked and caressed at her aching lips.  She did enjoy this sort of sex, but nothing compared to the nasty attention she oh-so enjoyed between her legs.  Still the woman was tight, her each and every breath seeming to constrain that warm, dry tunnel further about her lover's girth.<em> "You must love sluts, Honey.  I'm betting you haven't been this hard in awhile."</em><br/><br/>Kat, meanwhile, was a little more timid.  Given the caliber of blowjob that Geoffrey's wife gave, the younger woman might even have bored him, but that didn't stop her from trying.  Her lithe form splayed across his couch, one swollen nipple grazing the wiry hairs upon his thigh, her lips tucked snugly about his cockhead whilst her tongue slathered him like a lollipop.  This was the norm for her, but on occasion she'd relax a little, dipping her head down and taking half his girth in only to suck and rise up.  Before long a tiny left hand had crept in, wandering up between his legs only to tease a lone fingernail across the swollen flesh of his sac.