There was the clitoris, the quivering, succulent little clit, hidden in its protective covering; Lauralee's tongue found it quickly. She was growing more experienced with every passing moment, and thought perhaps experience really wasn't necessary like this, woman to woman. Now that she knew her own body, she also knew those of other women. Far better than any man could know them, she was certain.

Drawing upon the clit, she manipulated its nubbin with her tongue, circling it, pressing down, then releasing. Bettina was squirming fervently, rocking her sleek hips from side to side and humping, grinding, smearing her glossy cunt into Lauralee's mouth. Lauralee ate it, tried to devour it, to swallow it down and take its sugared juices forever into herself.

"Oh darling!" Bettina cried out. "Oohh – you're giving me the most wonderful head! Lauralee – ooh baby – you're driving my little clit crazy. You're making me come, darling – come!"

Lauralee felt the churning of the girl's fiery snatch, the shudders that wracked the small and twisting body. She could almost come herself, she thought; it was so good to be able to give such rapture to another, so stimulating and delightfully wanton, to be eating pussy like this.

Lifting her face from the soggy, palpitating mound, she licked greedily at the overflowing lubrication and sat back upon her knees to stare down at the girl's flexing body.

That was when she caught something at the corner of her eye and turned to see her son standing in the connecting doorway between the rooms.

CHAPTER THREE

Lauralee rolled off the bed and fled for the bathroom, her legs flashing and her breasts bouncing, acutely conscious of her nakedness.