Her relationship with Randy had proved to be the best thing that had happened to her in a long time.

She could feel Jean growing more and more aroused. At last she felt secure that the blonde too wanted this passion to continue. She dared to break her mouth free of their long tongue-duel. She looked into Jean's flushed face and smiled. "You're so beautiful, Jean. You feel so good. I want to make love to you so much!"

Jean's eyes were bright with wine and arousal. She looked overwhelmed. She had trouble finding her words. "I trust you, Eileen."

That was all the older woman needed to hear. She felt she had just been given carte blanche to investigate the lush treasures of her stunned girlfriend. The flush on Jean's face made her very appealing to Eileen. The brunette felt herself overwhelmed with a lusty desire to shower her friend with pleasure. She wanted to make this evening so good for Jean… for both of them, for whatever pleased the shy younger woman would please her. She wanted to make up for the wrong that Jean's two-timing husband had done her.

Her hands trembled as she pushed up Jean's white blouse. She gazed first at the smooth white orbs with their border of tan. Then she looked back up at Jean. The younger woman seemed to be holding her breath in expectation of what would happen next.

Eileen felt the juices gush from her pussy as her fingers pulled aside the strip of material and gave her first close-up view of Jean's pink glistening gash. The sight drew her like a magnet. Her fingers fondled the kinky thatch of Jean's cunt-hair, then they poked at the soft spongy flesh of her cunt.

"Uuuuhhhh!" Jean sighed and opened her thighs wider. Her buttocks humped upward off the couch. Her pussy was wriggling in search of that finger gave her something better.