Donna's cunt was in a turmoil of steaming desire. Her pussy was wet and throbbing, her clitoris about to melt from the overpowering heat between her thighs.

While Bobby watched television, she and Kathy washed up the dinner dishes. Kathy was still bubbling with youthful vitality, and, standing side-by-side at the kitchen sink, Donna felt Kathy bump her hips often. When their eyes met, sparks of desire seemed to fly between them. Finished with the dishes, Donna dried her hands and turned, finding herself facing Kathy. The blonde girl was looking up into her face sweetly, a slight smile on her moist lips. Then, with no words spoken between them, Kathy wrapped her arms about Donna's waist and hugged, pressing her small body tightly against Donna. For a moment Donna did not respond, then she wrapped her arms about Kathy's shoulders. She felt Kathy pressing her crotch against her thigh and gasped when the girl spread her long thighs apart, that hot crotch tight against her leg.

Donna began to tremble but could not turn Kathy loose. Even when Kathy's hands moved from her waist, dropping down and cupping the shapely cheeks of her ass, Donna could not move. She could hardly breathe, and a gurgling sound came from her when she realized Kathy was fondling her ass through her dress. And, as she fondled Donna's ass, Kathy rubbed her cunt up and down Donna's thigh.

She wanted to protest when Kathy's fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, squeezing deliberately. But it felt so good, so very good. It had been years since anyone had felt her ass this way, and Donna was responding. She was also responding to the rubbing motion of Kathy's cunt on her thigh. Donna pressed her thigh between Kathy's legs, feeling the heat of that succulent pink cunt.

Kathy was purring softly against her tits, and Donna clung to the shoulders of the girl tightly. She felt Kathy pulling her skirt up in back but had no power to stop her. She felt the girl's hot hands move along the backs of her naked thighs, the touch feathery light. Then Kathy was holding the cheeks of her ass again, with only flimsy panties between her palms and Donna's ass. With a conscious thought, Donna's ass flexed, clenching as Kathy fondled and squeezed.