She whips your shorts off

You're lost in ecstasy, dreaming about taking more cum - down your throat, inside your pussy, up your ass, anywhere! You don't even register that Brie has pushed you onto your back and pulled your shorts down around your knees. Your first clue comes when her - his? - tongue burrows into your slit and her thumb and forefinger gently pinch and tease your clit.

Your hips launch off the floor, but Brie keeps her mouth locked to your quim. You scream for more, beg her to take you, but she just keeps licking and teasing. She's got a lifetime of experience to tell her what feels great and you know that it's only magic that keeps you from passing out as she gets you off no less than three times.

As you lie there your head finally starts to clear. Brie is leaning on a chair, her tongue still hanging from her mouth. God what a tongue! You try to push those feelings down, concentrate on what she did to you a year ago, but it's very hard given what she just did.

Brie laughs, tiredly, and says, "Licking you out has me nearly as hard as when we started. Fuck, it seemed like a plan. Anyway, thanks, I really needed that. Especially after trying to get myself off this morning. I think I understand morning wood now."

"Yeah, I think I understand a few things too. But how are we going to figure out who did this to us and why?"

"Don't know. And before we go out again we'll have to do something more. I'm already getting horny again." She pauses, looking down at you. You realize your pussy is still on display and self-consciously pull your shorts back up. "It wasn't something I wanted, for what it's worth," Brie says quietly, almost to herself. You could ignore it and concentrate on finding the woman who did this or you could hash it out, once and for all.