Prologue
"Do the same to me," begged Jeanie, her voice thick with desire. "The way I'm dong it to you."
The other girl obeyed, if only because she wanted Jeanie's hands to continue massaging, to stroke the sleek warmth of her inner thighs, to reach down to deep that it felt as if she were transported to Paradise.
"Do you like it?" asked the girl.
May admitted it was the most wonderful feeling she ever knew. There was no instinctive revulsion as she would have felt if a boy touched her. May loved every bit of it. She responded as lips kissed her throat, then seized one of her rounded globes, nibbled at the rose tip.
"Ohhhh," moaned Jeanie, threshing wildly on the bed, her hot and anxious body naked and filled with a savage yearning. Her hands did things to Jeanie as her breast was whipped by May's tongue.
Both girls knew they could not control themselves much longer. In a moment, the explosive summit was reached!
"WE'RE BOTH LESBIANS," thought May wildly. "LESBIANS!'
"The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddle;
-S. Z. ENGEL