Watching Fi play around and have some fun with it all, combined with still feeling the endorphin rush of the aftershocks of the most incredible feeling on earth or above, was enough to get Sherrie’s young motor running yet again.  Feeling distinctly squirmy, she continued to nibble gently at the soft curve of Bailey’s ear, grinning down over a bare shoulder at the lovely girl between her prisoner’s spread thighs.<br/><br/>Trying her best to keep Bailey from being able to actually use her own hands to help out, Sherrie was forced to let one arm suffice to hold her lover’s squirming shape in place.  Her other, she just had to reach around, sliding out from behind the lovely shape of Bailey, caressing its way across the smooth flat expanse of her tummy, and upwards to begin teasing the soft undercurves of her breasts.<br/><br/>Soft little brushing motions with her fingertips, just teasing at the pert and perfect shape of Bailey’s chest, while she stared downwards, almost sighting with her erect little nipples, as she watched Fiona tease and play.  Sherrie’s warm breath washed over Bailey’s ear with each panting gasping breath, and each time Fiona teased further, the young recently-podded teen would gasp or shiver, letting Bailey feel her reactions right through their naked skin.<br/><br/>Even the memory of those long moments of eternal bliss were a powerful aphrodisiac in and of themselves.  Maybe that’s how they made slyvy… bottled essence of pistal orgasms.  What a wonderful thought.