Lesbian live cam girl show - part 2
Her face was ashen, but her finesse with makeup
accented her gentle narrow features. That was except for
her lips, which were a pair of bold-red, full things
surrounding two rows of pearl-white, perfect teeth.
Those lips seemed to have a life of their own, appearing
to beckon to anyone looking at them with a permanent,
take-me-I'm-yours look.
The really funny thing about her was her age; I couldn't
even attempt a decent guess at it. One minute she looked
to be in her mid-twenties like Dodie and me, the next
she looked forty or even older. I just didn't seem to be
able to focus on her well enough to determine her age.
"Why don't you put your little friend down?" she asked
in a voice as silky as the stockings covering her
beautiful legs.
"I would love to, but at the moment, she seems to be
rather attached to me," I tried to smile, but I was sure
it hadn't been a very convincing attempt. I tried to
pull Dodie off of me, but she clung to me like a second
skin.
Dodie just kept whispering in my ear, "Don't talk to
her. Don't look at her." Over and over, "Don't talk to
her. Don't look at her."
I was starting to get really scared. I had never seen
Dodie like that. The poor girl was absolutely terrified.
"Are you all right?" I whispered, kissing her ear
lightly.
"Don't talk to her. Don't look at her," her chant went
on.
I doubt you could have pulled her from around me with a
tow truck. It was getting a little hard to breathe
because she was holding on so damn tight. I don't know
what she expected me to do; I was as frightened as she
was. Well, almost as frightened.
The beautiful white-haired woman walked up to us. No,
not actually walk, like we do, she seemed to glide over
the old marble floor without moving her feet. She placed
her long slender hand on Dodie's shoulder and Dodie
immediately began to sag from around me. It was like
Dodie's body had suddenly become like Jell-O. I tried to
hang on to her, but she just flowed from my body until
she was standing, weak-kneed, on her own feet. Her eyes
were closed, her head hung down, and her breathing was
shallow. She was standing there in the middle of the
floor, sound asleep.
I shook her shoulders. "Dodie, wake up!"
She continued sleeping and making a soft sound. I
immediately recognized the sound as the cute little
snore I hear nearly every night when Dodie enters deep
sleep. She always did it when she was sleeping contently
after we had enjoyed a long evening of beautiful sex
together.
I shook her again. "Wake up!"
"She is resting. You can shake her all you wish, but she
will continue resting until I tell her to awaken and not
before," the strange woman said.
"What did you do to her?" I yelled stepping toward the
taller woman. But I couldn't get to her. I ran into a
wall of some kind. It felt like I was suddenly under
water, I had to step back in order to breathe. The image
of the woman had become blurry, like she was under water
when I reached for her.