"I'm going to undress you now, my luscious doll," the smoky voice breathed, to which Jean could not reply, but instead, allowed herself to be drawn down onto the satin-pillowed sofa; then, gentle expert fingers began to move excitingly over her, removing her clothing.

Again, a brief sensation of repugnance at being touched so intimately by another female flittered through Jean, but she would not let it dwell there. Something horribly fascinating… strangely forbidden was happening to her… and she was doing it for Ken… all for Ken, though at that moment she could no longer quite fathom why. Whatever, she wanted it to continue…! And then, she was naked, as was the voluptuous apparition which was again drawing her upward onto her feet. The cooling air of the room bathed her curvaceous young body incitingly, bringing her small pink nipples to a rigid hardness as Maggie Keele pressed closer to her, brushing her ivory nakedness against Jean's soft, supple young flesh, their sensitive little nipple tips touching, their yielding full breasts flattening against each other's, their lush, satin-smooth thighs meeting as did the silken triangles of black and golden pubic curls between their long shapely legs.

Jean gasped with the erotic tremor of delight that rippled over her now intensively sensitized flesh and through her drug-dazed mind, as the beautiful woman's hands caressed her soft white buttocks, spreading them apart to slip between and lewdly stroke her tight little puckered anus with a lustful, if gentle, finger. Once more, Jean shivered with alien excitement, sensing the growing moisture up between her legs that had seeped from her aroused vagina and ardently flushing pussy lips.