Penny twisted her face insanely, driving her tongue in and out of Fern's cunt, driving her nose up Fern's cuntslit, munching at Fern's pussy flesh as if devouring the meat of a ripe melon.

Fern let her hips move spontaneously in response to the stimulation of Penny's mouth. She didn't care if Penny tore off her pussylips, if Penny shoved her entire head inside. It all felt too good to bear. Fern didn't care about anything but the feelings surging in her loins. And the better she felt between her own legs, the more wildly she chewed and sucked at Penny's juicing pussy.

She's coming, Fern thought. I've made her come. I've really made her come! The thought felt almost as good as Penny's tongue quivering inside her cunt. The awareness pulsed through her head and down her spine, and joined with the feelings in her loins. The thought set off her own orgasm.

CHAPTER THREE

The sweet, heavy scent of spring blossoms blew in through the window, along with the chirping of the night insects. Occasionally, a flying beetle banged into the screen, trying to break through to the light in Fern's bedroom. Through the screen, Fern could see moonlit palm leaves fluttering in the heavy-scented breeze. A palmetto bug landed on the screen and walked across it fearlessly.

On the bed beside Fern, Penny sat naked and filed her toenails, grabbing all the while. She hadn't bothered to dress after her shower.

"Now, take your dad," Penny said. "He's much better-looking than my dad. They might be brothers, but your dad is definitely better looking."

"He's younger than your dad," Fern said. "Not that much. Maybe three years younger. How old is your dad – thirty-five?"