"Pancakes for breakfast?" She asked.And at the same time, the paintbrush began to tickle her clit."Oh, shit," she moaned. "God that looks good!"She pulled my hand from under her skirt. Too stunned to fight her, I watched as she brought it up and shoved it in Doug's face. He placed his nose against my hand and took a deep breath. His eyes closed, he took my hand from Jenna's and guided it under my nose. I took in her scent as I looked at Doug's smiling face, and we both said, "Let's go." "Mmm, hmm!" Anne concurred. She drew her knees under her, splayed them wide, and thrust her cute little bottom in the air for him. Kent got down and arched over the top of my wife, working his well-slathered prick into her pussy from behind. Anne moaned her appreciation.He did want to cum, though. But his kittens wouldn't let him, and he didn't want to fight. He didn't want to fight. So he continued to obediently edge, squirming beneath their feathers, as helpless as though he were trussed and bound.I sucked her little clit up between my lips and rubbed at it with both my tongue and my lips. Cassidy's back arched deeply, almost bucking my mouth off of her pussy as she moaned. She seemed to love it as I rubbed at her trapped little pleasure bud, so I did it again... and again... and again....Cassidy walked into the living room and said, "Hey, can I ask you for a favor?"