"That's okay," Susan says, putting her arm around my shoulder. "I brought my own dummy we can practice on." Both women laugh.
"Hey!" I yell, in mock anger, shaking loose from her arm.
"What? You don't want to be practiced on?" Susan teases as she walks over and combs her fingers through Tracy's light red pubic hair.
"I didn't say that," I answer quickly.
"Let's skip eating for now and get right to the oral stimulation lesson," Susan says, caressing Tracy's firm ass cheeks while continuing to stroke her p***y mound with her other hand.
"The bedroom is over here," Tracy says, disengaging herself from Susan's caresses and walking toward an open door on the other side of the room. Following her with my eyes, I get my first good look at her naked ass. Hypnotically swaying from side to side
