Fiona fell forward gently, holding Sherrie's lips locked with hers as Bailey saw to the fruit, wrapping a slender arm underneath her leather-clad frame to support herself as colour rushed to her cheeks.  She broke the kiss and made room for Bailey, offering a slice of swistar to Sherrie.  As she watched it disappear between her lips, Fiona instinctively licked her own, catching her mind wishing it were that piece of fruit.  Sherrie thanked the host deeply and wetly, and Fiona spied Bailey's hand reaching for the plate, leaning forward for her share.<br/><br/>Bailey gently pushed the slice of fleshy fruit over Fi's lips, fraction by fraction, as if to tease her with it.  The smooth friction over her lips brought about a tingling sensation, which still managed to surprise her every time.  The newfound sensitivity spread over her tongue and mouth, heightened by the slightest accidental touch of Bailey's carefully manicured nail against her lips as the last of the fruit vanished into her mouth.  Fiona found herself leaning up, as if to follow Bailey's delectable digits.  She found herself pleasantly foiled as Bailey's lips intercepted hers, the fruit already beginning to work its magic as a hot flush ran through her athletic frame.  Fiona expressed her gratitude with renewed vigour, Sherrie's encouraging hands sending delicious shivers down her spine.<br/><br/>Their kiss was broken by Sherrie's introduction of more swistar to the slick ruby equation.  Fi relished it as that tingle stampeded through her now, the sensation building within her, spiking with every heartbeat.  Each touch, each brush against a lover's tongue, each gentle nip at a set of lips left her face growing warmer with the attention, as a similar warmth took hold in her waist, both steadily growing.  Fiona draped an arm around both girls, letting each settle at the curve of their hips.