The appearance of that flimsy little lace, sodden, and barely encasing the delicious fruit that Sherrie had tasted many many times before, reminded Sherrie of the mess growing steadily in her own lingerie.  She looked forward to surprising her lovers when they undressed her as well, later, but for now…<br/><br/>The fell of the slender athletic shape under her hands while she pushed the dress up was wonderful.  She adored how Fiona kept herself so very trim and fit.  Of course, she needed to, but still it was a wonderful thing to feel those firm muscles against her in bed at night, or pressing against her before they got to the in bed part.  Not for the first time, Sherrie marveled at how those wonderful muscles bunched and flexed just under the smooth skin of her lover, particularly when her hands slid over yet another sensitive part of her flesh.<br/><br/>Soon enough the dress was off, and Sherrie merely tossed it aside.  They’d all scramble to dress in the morning, of course, and there’d be the usual scrapping it out over who got to wear whose underwear and clothes and so on.  For now, Sherrie had the most delectable treasure in the room right in front of her, and she was going to take advantage of it.  Glancing up and noticing the two already deep into tongue swapping, she grinned widely and leaned down, settling onto the bed in between those wide spread thighs.<br/><br/>Grabbing yet another piece of swistar, she reached out with her other hand and peeled aside the lace, just pushing it out of the way to reveal the wonderful lips of her girlfriend.  All but holding her breath, Sherrie let the slick, sweet little piece of fruit reach out and touch her lover, sliding along that crinkled little coral.  She slid the soft fruit along, letting the juices pool slightly and trickle along the not-yet-opened peach before her.  She swallowed the supreme and then leaned forward to blow gently on the now-tingling love lips before her.<br/><br/>Gratified by the intense sounds she got to make Fiona utter, Sherrie wasted no more time.  There was much to be had here, and she wanted it all.  The first orgasm of the night was about to happen, and she wanted to drink it down like it was the last water in the desert.  She parted her lips and let her tongue slide out to drag in one long deliberate swipe against that delicious fruity, tangy, slick sweet warm and soft place, wriggling at the end when she got to the little hood above her lover’s clit.<br/><br/>She moaned herself at the taste, and went back for more, finally closing her mouth down around that furry mound and beginning to lap gently at those folds, swelling and opening for her delving tongue.  This was going to be fantastic!  The good news was that they were supposed to have at least one orgasm before the pistal pods were used, otherwise this night would have been a lot more boring.