CHAPTER SIX
Long after the two men had gone downstairs to get the coffee started and bring out the brandy, Janet and Irene lay voluptuously in each other's arms. The sweetness of breast on breast, the warmth of belly pressed against belly, kept a small glow of wet fire alive in each slick and slobbering p***y.
"This seems so natural," Janet whispered. "So right. To love you. To make love to you. Would you believe that I never did this before in my life?"
Irene hugged the dark beauty, kissing her along the cheek and into her ear. "Of course I believe it, darling," she answered. "Would you believe I've never had my p***y licked so beautifully? It's a wonderful talent."
A wiggly worm of fire ignited deep in Janet's t**t, a tiny aftershock of orgasmic wildness. She shuddered heavily in the
