"Kinda sad," Jacquette said. "This is our last shower together, huh?"

"Who knows," Noreen smooched Jacquette's forehead. "We can always visit each other. We are friends-aren't we?"

"As you say-who knows? But we'll find out how much we mean to each other-"

"Oh, shut your fucking face. You know I love you as a sister almost-or more, actually."

Noreen felt tears lurch from her eyes.

She plastered her face with shower water as Jacquette ran the soaped sponge down beneath her back. Between the cheeks of her ass.

Slid the slick sponge between her legs. Up in the front, nuzzling her twat.

"Oooooh"

Jacquette brought the sponge up Noreen's belly. Massaged the cuntfur.

Nabbed the navel.

Tusseled with copious cups of boob as she soaped Noreen's chest and ribs.

"Mmmmm."

"Now you do me, Noreen."

Noreen was almost afraid to touch Jacquette now. It was as though, with Noreen's imminent departure, some of her guard was let down.

The mere sight of bare flesh was enough to set Noreen off into flaming fantasy.

Noreen was blinded for an instant by the thought of fuck. Then a hot wave of something else. Dizziness-never felt it that strong before.

And in her mind's eye: Huge cock thrusting at her face. The tension in her twat.

The impression of pecker between her legs.

Prick sizzling up her ass. And, yes, cunt slapping at her face.

Fucking guys.

Sucking gals.

And more:

Whips flickering in the firelight.

Rubber and leather-wet and tight.

Fists fucking mouths and asses and cunts.

Spike heels and spurs.

Streams of glossy piss.

Crystalline enemas.

Delirium.

"Uh. Noreen?"

"Huh?"

"You okay?"

"I guess so."

"Sure?"

"Just thinking."

"Yeah. That'll kill you every time. Watch yourself, doll."