"I don't know what to do anymore!" Susan sobbed, lifting her exquisite face to look at Marcy. "I'm going crazy because I want it, need it, so much, and he's giving it to those tight-assed little girls!"

As if in a wild, erotic dream, Marcy ran her tongue over her lips, her face lowering slowly. When she felt Susan's soft, hot mouth against her own, she breathed deeply. As Susan returned her kiss, the tip of her moist tongue licked across Marcy's lips, and her hand moved higher up her thigh.

"Mmmmm, sweet, Marcy!" Susan purred. "You taste so sweet, like honey?"

Marcy wondered what in the world she was doing, kissing, her ex-husband's wife this way. She had never kissed a girl before, yet she could not deny the softness, the sweetness, of Susan's lips, the exciting taste of her pink tongue. Before she could try to understand, she pressed her mouth onto Susan's once more. Susan moaned, writhing her lips against Marcy's. When her tongue moved slowly past her teeth, Marcy made a mewling sound and gently probed it with her own tongue.

And Susan's hand was now resting on her wet panties, pressuring against her cunt. Marcy began to shake, still kissing at Susan's mouth, and as her tongue probed deeper, Marcy sucked it, returning the pressure of Susan's hand by lifting her crotch to it.

Then Susan's fingers moved.

They slipped up and down, moving between Marcy's thighs. For a very brief moment, Marcy resisted by squeezing her thighs together. But Susan was insistent, Marcy's thighs relaxed, and Susan dragged her palm up and down Marcy's cunt. Marcy moaned into Susan's mouth, her hips twisting as the heat steamed inside her panties.

"Ohhhhhh!" Marcy groaned, pulling her mouth away from Susan's tongue.

Her eyes half closed as she leaned her head on the back of the couch, her cunt rippling as she came.

"Ooooh, Marcy!" Susan purred, rubbing at Marcy's juicy cunt with firmer pressure. "You're coming! Oh, God… wonderful, Marcy!"