Now, Anne was married to a lawyer, and worked from home while raising their two kids in a suburb just north of Boston, while Jill trudged through her tedious life in Benton. As Jill’s breath began to catch, Anne used her tongue to grind against her clit, while continuing to pinch her nipples, until Jill suddenly erupted….creaming all over Anne’s face, as a delicious orgasm washed over her body like a tidal wave. In college Jill and Anne had been sorority sisters and best friends. After I finish, the two of us are heading down to the lobby….should be about 30 minutes. She’d packed lightly….mostly skimpy bathing suits, halter tops, and sun dresses….and she had to admit….she was hoping for some extracurricular fun while she and her friends soaked up the sun and sand on the gorgeous beaches of Florida’s panhandle. “Oh, my God, Crystal….It’s so good to hear your voice!” Jill exclaimed. Jill had driven from her home in Benton….a small town outside of Little Rock, Arkansas….to Pensacola, Florida, for a badly needed ‘weekend getaway’ with some girlfriends from college that she hadn’t seen in nearly ten years.
