Carlotta mouthed the outer lips well, lingering where she knew the nerves came together in sensitive junctions.

She gave the fuck tunnel another quick flip and penetration and then put her finger down into it and made her finger vibrate. The muscles inside grabbed at her finger convulsively.

Carlotta now slanted her finger to one side, thus making room for her face, and slithered her tongue at the inner lips, feeling meanwhile the vibrations rising. Yes, her new friend, whom she really liked, was approaching the time of the Pampas Wind, the great tempest that carries all before it.

Slanting her finger to the other side, Carlotta was about to get her tongue in there again when she felt the tiny spasms inside Helen's fuck tunnel give way to great surges of sexcited flesh.

"Good, good," murmured the expert, and did not mind Helen's heels beating her back while the other woman humped and moaned and thrashed her arms in the ecstasy off her long delayed climax.

When Helen had recovered somewhat, she bent her own face into Carlotta's twat and made sure that marvelous woman achieved her own climax.

Then they rested in each other's arms.

"Who needs men, my darling, my darling," murmured Helen, gently kissing Carlotta's nipples.

Carlotta whispered, "Shhh. We see about this. We see."

"Well, Captain," said Cleo Prentice as she came out of the short-wave phone booth, "you might like to know that one of your hostesses is a lesbian. Caught her at it."

"Yeh?" said Hank, suppressing an urge to hit the smugly smiling woman in the tweed tailleur.

"Here are my credentials, by the way."

"Yeh, yeh, you're one of Security's undercover cunts."

"Really, Captain! One supposes that a Chief Pilot has regard for the welfare of Wanderlust Airlines!"