Far from ignorign Lon, Joli's attention can barely stray from him as he undresses, though she must fight the urge to simply abandon all control and let herself just be taken-- that wouldn't be as much fun, would it?  To simply surrender and miss all this...?  And she would learn so much less that way-- not to mention that it would seem so unfair to just flop down with her legs spread when there's all this--<br/><br/>And, in consideration of all this, Joli looks over in time to see how enthusiastically and remarkably Laurin is able to pleasure Balfor.  She was jealous of the woman's endowments before, but now she was simply infuriated at the woman's prowess and form-- a fury that was dwarfed by her arousal at the sight, which not only robbed the anger from any hint at ruining her good time, but served instead to inject her arousal with a spike of intensity.<br/><br/>Lon's closeness, the heat and firmness of flesh so carefully upon her, stirs her to cover her mouth with surprise-- she barely has the moment to catch with her eyes the sudden acceptance of Balfor's cock into Laurin's mouth, a sight that elicits a sharp intake of breath and a flushing of Joli's already-warm cheeks,.  She stares unabashed at Lon's body, admiring and studying as one might stare at a statue when there's no one around to see one's most private of interests.  The scimitar of Lon's cock causes her to stare with a mixture of curiosity, arousal and fear that has her body fluttering inside and her limbs threatennig to tremble.  When she feels it press against her, she practically startles like an unbroken mare, but soon leans into his body-- all of him, with an emboldened sense of adventure... when his pulsing, thick head brushes the soft, fine hairs of her sex, he can feel her shift subtly in reply, encouragement, though saving that entrance to her core for a moment longer.<br/><br/>"I'd like to do whas she's doing," Laurin says, turning only her head in a swan-like arch to study Balfor and Laurin's oral play-- the burlier male body contrasted with the voluptuous curves and slim waist of the female.  "But as you can see, I'm dreadfully inadequate..."  She cups her small breasts through the shirt-- there's a healthy swell of upturned flesh there, a well-rounded swell that tips up pertly and begs to be taken in mouth.  "But I'll do what I can..."  at her full height she can kiss the cleft between his collarbones, and she does-- she trails a fiery trail down that broad chest and cups his ass as eagerly as he did hers.  As she decends, if he holds fast to her shirt's hem, he can easily slide the fabrick from her torso and leave her kneeling fully nude, pink rose-crested nipples pale against round, red aureoles, a slender body and a stomach that slopes in from her ribs, a well-muscled and healthy form crafted for so many activities-- perhaps even this one.  She begins to lap gently at his head, letting her tongue trace its lines and veins as she works along the sides of his shaft and tries desperately to memorize his body.