"Karen, stop it," Sissy said, her voice gentle. "Why are you denying yourself?"

"I'm not denying myself," Karen said, her voice a very low whisper. "I just don't want to do what you ask, Sissy."

"I think you do," Sissy replied. "Why did you kiss my cunt if you didn't want to. You weren't forced, were you? And you watched me, twice, make Richard come. No, Karen, you want this badly. It's obvious, Karen."

"Please," Karen pleaded softly, tears in her eyes. "You don't understand. It's… oh, God!"

Sissy wrapped her arms about Karen, holding her tightly, smoothing her hair, crooning softly to her. "I understand, Karen," she murmured. "It's all right, darling. I know what you're feeling."

Karen huddled close to Sissy, sobbing softly in misery. Yet through her torment, she could feel Sissy's firm tits pressing against hers, and that soothing hand on her back was going downward. She shivered, her cunt pulsating as hotly as ever. She felt Sissy lifting her skirt, inching it up her legs. The taste of the woman's cunt lingered on her lips, making them tingle. Sissy kept murmuring softly as she inched Karen's skirt up. When she had it high enough, her warm fingers played about the naked flesh above Karen's nylons, stroking softly, light as a feather. Her fingers thrilled Karen, sent hot sparks throughout her body. She wrapped her arms around Dr. Reed's waist, clutching her tightly, hardly hearing the whispered words in her ear.

Sissy now cupped the pantied cheeks of Karen's rounded ass, squeezing lightly, pressing her hips close. Karen kept sobbing, but she hugged Sissy tightly. Feeling Sissy's hips moving, sliding and pressing against hers, Karen responded in kind. Sissy dug her fingers harder into Karen's ass, pulling her forward. Karen lifted her head to say something, and found Sissy's moist lips against hers. As Sissy shoved the tip of her tongue into Karen's mouth, Karen gurgled and began to suck frantically on it.