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Chapter 8 by Imhotep Imhotep

What happens in the next hand?

Amy pulls a fast one.

“I should do something about this hand, don’t you think? Hand me my panties will you?” Amy says nodding towards her discarded underwear lying on the floor between you.

“No wait, I have a better idea.” Amy says laughing. She quickly leans over, and wipes her thoroughly coated fingers over Ellen’s lips. Ellen cries out in surprise, and pushes Amy away, her hand pressing Amy's full ripe breast, and then drawing her hand back just as quickly, startled by the feel of Amy soft flesh and hard nipple on her palm. As she draws her hand away, her pink tongue snakes out of her mouth, and licks Amy's juices off her lips. The two girls lock eyes and share a quick knowing glance at each other.

“Ellen, likes that, don’t you, Ell?”

“You wish, you freak!” Ellen replies her face flush red. Her gaze falls to the floor, and the cards and back to you, and then to Amy, smirking at Ellen’s embarrassment. The redhead chuckles at Ellen's distress, and locks her gaze on you. Leaning towards you, her full voluptious breasts beg to be groped, but Amy has other ideas, and waves her slick, moist hand under your nose.

"I bet you'd like to clean my hand, wouldn't you darlin' ?" The redhead smiles and cocks her head in a bashful pose. Gripping her slim wrist with both your hands, you pull her hand to your face and the scent of Amy's sweet female musk fills your nostrils. Pulling her palm to your mourth, you lick Amy's palm clean, your eyes moving back and forth, watching Ellen's reaction, then Amy's.

Amy smiles widely, and coos her encouragement, and Ellen watches intently, cupping her breasts in her hands, and pulling on her pink nipples. Finished, you release Amy's hand, and Ellen gathers up the cards, tossing them front of you.

"Deal. I'm anxious to see who wins the next hands." she says as she moves her hands back to her tits, and rolls her hardening nips between fingers. You have no doubt you'll be bedding both of these beauties tonight.

Then there's a short rap on the door, followed by a female voice calling,

"Hi Ames, you home?"

Who's at the door, and does Amy answer?

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