“Where do I get one like that?”
I could have suggested an arrangement between us in exchange for access to Erin, but I didn’t want to set that kind of tone with Tara. “Erin,” she asked, “Do you mind if my pet takes over from here. “We have some lost time to make up for,” Helen said. I’m going to be completely honest with her.”
“Have you decided?”
“Yeah. I reached out and gently ran my fingers through Helen’s blonde hair as I stared at them both. “She’s lost a couple of pounds,” Helen observed. Helen watched Bobbi approach like a lioness watching food; the muscles in her arms tensed as her fingers curled tighter around Erin’s hair, pressing the younger woman’s face a little deeper into her folds. The weight and dimensions led me to think it was Erin, but I was surprised to see a tangle of honey-brown hair spread across my chest and a fair arm lying across me. I knelt next to Bobbi and slipped my hand around her neck, slowly pulling her off Helen’s crotch as I made her face me.
