"Then go get her."

You say it with total dominant confidence, your hand wrapping around Emma's waist, taking in the sensation of her flesh under your fingers, from hip to tight abdomen. You could lower your hand just a bit and slide a finger inside her. But that's not what you're going to do.

"Go get her out there?" Emma asks. And if it were any other girl, you know the words "out there" would be delivered with a tone meaning "no way" or "are you crazy?" But for Emma you know they're dripping with delight.

And you take a moment to appreciate that this is what you've come to expect from your evening. Right now it sure seems like your entire existence is quite amazing right now.

Even as Emma runs from you and flies through the front door out into the cold night. You watch as every inch of her naked flesh gets covered in goosebumps as it hits the air.

Jennifer is taken by surprise, if just a little, by Emma's eager sprint out into the open. She stops her march toward the store and freezes as Emma reaches her and falls onto her knees.

The parking lot of the adult store is old and beaten up, a mix of concrete and dirt. Falling onto it could not have felt pleasant, you think. But at this moment Emma clearly isn't interested in feeling anything other than Jennifer Connelly's moist slit on her tongue.

The two actresses barely dignify each other. Instead they just get right to work. Emma on her knees attempts to tuck her face into the long slit in Jennifer's skirt. Jennifer says nothing, she just looks down, smiling; one legend of celebrity sensuality admiring another.

Slowly, as Emma paws at her without success, Jennifer reaches behind her neck and starts to unfasten her dress; undoing a hook at the neckline, then bending back her elbows and patiently unzipping it down her back. You wish you could be standing behind her, watching her flesh appear as the zipper parts.

Then again, you don't mind the view you've got. Especially when her dress, finally unzipped falls to the ground, exposing every inch of her body, no bra, no panties. And Emma, shoving the gown aside in the muddy asphalt buries her petite face in Jennifer's crotch.

You can tell that she's lapping up Jennifer Connelly's pussy as if she hasn't eaten in weeks. Jennifer's eyes flitter and begin to roll back into her head already. She seems to have trouble standing on her two feet. Emma seems to be as good at this as you'd hoped, probably more so because she's outside right now, ****, exposed.

You feel like your cock is going to burst out of your pants. But, no, you tell yourself, it's not time for that yet. You must be patient. And maybe it's because you've been distracted by your raging erection, or the show of nude famous flesh on nude famous flesh, that you hadn't noticed what you suddenly notice, plain as day. How could you have missed it?