“No, no, Number Four,” Ms. Yamamoto protested. “A real kiss, like you mean it.”
Hesitatingly, Janice brought her lips back to bear on the soft lips of Number Eight. She sensed a smile on the opening lips. When their lips joined, Janice felt her tongue sucked in by the pretty girl. The girl’s hands were still imprisoned behind her and she leaned her torso against Janice’s to maximize their physical contact. Her breasts were firm and high on her chest. Janice felt them pressed against hers and her lust began to build again. She place her hands on the thin hips of Number Eight and drank of her mouth’s heat. Her hand wandered to the girl’s chest and she gently held her hard breast in her hand. She didn’t know what she was doing; she was in a haze of lust. She released the black haired girl an
