A hot makeout sesh.

Tibby squeals, hugging Annabelle tightly. "That was amazing! Who was the kiss at the end for?"

Annabelle blushes again. "Well Ashley dared me to do this, I guess it was for her."

"Me?" Ashley sqeaks, your hand still over her panties.

"Do you want to kiss her for real? She's a great kisser," Tibby barrels on.

Annabelle just nods, distracted by Tibby's hands roaming under her shirt. Ashley turns to look at you questioningly and you press your hand down gently. "It would be pretty hot, but only if you want to."

She looks at the waiting Annabelle for a while, then nods too. You release her and she crawls off your lap, approaching Annabelle on all fours. When she's almost there Annabelle cups her face and draws her the rest of the way in. Their lips meet, stiff at first but softening as they get into it. The kiss goes on for a few seconds, then Ashley's eyes pop open and she pulls back. "She put her tongue in my mouth!" she exclaims, but she doesn't sound too upset about it.

Tibby leans in to kiss her cheek, then twists to plant her lips on Annabelle's. The woman jerks up, more because Tibby's hands have reached her breasts than because of the sudden kiss. A moment later she wraps her arms around Tibby's back and they make out until she has to breathe. When they finally seperate Annabelle asks the girls, "Can I give your owner a kiss too?"

Tibby nods energetically and Ashley says it'd be unfair if she didn't, so Annabelle dislodges Tibby's hands and this time it's she who crawls to you. At the last moment she rises onto her knees in front of you. You straighten up too so your heads are at the same level, and then your lips meet.

You're not surprised that Annabelle knows what she's doing, but you're not prepared for the extent of her abilities either. Within moments she has your lips parted for a french kiss, her tongue inside your mouth and going on the offensive against yours. You dimly register her hands working her way down your body, undoing one button after the other as your tongues fight for dominion over your mouth. Despite feeling her hand get ever closer to it, you're still caught off guard when Annabelle grabs your package through your jeans.

Startled by the sudden contact, you push Annabelle away and she lands with her butt on the mattress. Everyone is blushing now. Annabelle clears her throat awkwardly. "Maybe we ought to cool down a tad. Why don't I get us some drinks from the kitchen?"