The Spirits Made Me Do It

I introduced her, to another female friend of mine. They had a few things in common. Both hot, for mother's of 5 kids. Not one stretch mark or c-section. Guess I'm lucky that way.They sit on the balcony. Talks and laughter, echo from my balcony. The spirits, of "Jose & Hennessey". Fill their senses and tickle their lust. To the bedroom, they disappear. Locked out, I am. In my own house. Minutes go by, and the door opens. "Come here, D". I enter, and to my unknowing joy. My caramel treat, is on my bed, unclothed, spread open and moist. "I'm hungry, join me for dinner". My Hawaiian temptress, said. She straddles her face, leans forward and pulls her knees, to her chest. I line my face, with her smooth oval-shaped honeypot. We take turns, licking and fingering, drinking and smiling. They switch, caramel on top, Hawaiian underneath. Standing aside, watching this display of sexual aggression, between two women, who met over spirits of "Jose and Hennessey". It's my turn. So I come in and devour my Hawaiian temptress, with strokes so good, tiger woods, would use on the golf course. My caramel, feeding her from on top. I pull out and coat her stomach, with shots of protein. She licks her stomach, then sucks my head, clean. We go to the bathroom, taking turns, washing our faces. A silence comes over the bathroom. As the encounter, sets in. "Can you believe, what just happened?" We laughed and called it a night, never to revisit that situation and those spirits, again.