Veronica was wearing only a dressing gown. The semi-transparent silk glided around her hot curves as she moved and her stiff nipples were poking out in twin points. The feel of silk on her skin made her hot. Most things made Veronica hot. She was starting to feel a bit more excited about using the plastic prick on herself.

But then she heard a car drive up.

She looked out and saw that it was Linda's Cadillac.

Although Veronica had wanted to talk to Linda before, now she frowned, wishing the girl had come over an hour or so later, after she'd had a chance to vibrate her cunt to a foam. It was hard to hold a sociable conversation when a girl's cunt was burning.

Still, it could have been worse.

Suppose Linda had arrived just when Veronica was in the midst of fucking herself, just starting to cream?

That would have been a tragedy.

The redheaded sexpot left the unused, virginal vibrator in the closet and opened the door as Linda got out of the car. They smiled and waved at each other. Linda came towards the verandah, her ripe, lithe hips swinging in those ultra-tight jeans and her big tits sliding around in the fashionably faded shirt and her tiny waist cinched in by a wide leather belt. Her curly blonde hair whipped out under her Stetson. Veronica, who seldom wore fashionable cowgirl clothing, herself, found that she was admiring her friend's sexy appearance.

And then, to her own amazement, Veronica realized that she was also lusting for Linda's sexy body.

Like Linda, Veronica had never experienced lesbian love.

She never expected to.

Why, then, was her mouth watering?

CHAPTER THREE

The two leggy ladies sat on the patio, beside the swimming pool, sipping tall, cool drinks. A breeze stirred the surface of the water and moved a single cloud across the sky. Veronica's red hair caught glints of sunlight so that it seemed to smolder and her eyes were smoldering, too, as she read Hank Suchard's letter.