"Hazy," Diana called, her voice fragile and far away. Hazy glanced down into her friend's eyes, saw the look of desire and love there, her gaze locking with Diana's. As if pulled by an irresistible magnetic force, compelled and spellbound, Hazy crawled on her knees to her prostrate companion. Her lips kissed a trail up along one of Diana's sprawled legs, over her calf and onto a supple thigh, kissing along the inside of the thigh and past the glutinous spoils of her plumbed snatch, up over the coppery shallows of her abdomen and the broad domes of her lovely t**s. Their tongues ran together like fluid vipers and they traded the kind of kisses that made their minds ring like holiday bells. Hazy, somnolently and with a kind of spacy joie de vivre, brought her sperm-laden hand down across Dia
