Tuesday was a honey blonde whose natural ringlets swept away from her high forehead. Her nose was pretty and her short upper lip gave her an appearance of pleasant pouting. The young woman was cute, as everybody back home said, and to Miss Douche, she represented the most succulent morsel ever offered.

"Tuesday," she said. "I want you to take off all your clothes and be naked."

"You gonna take yours off, too?" Tuesday asked, all excited.

"Yes. Yes, I am," Miss Douche replied. She began to pull her shirt over her head as Tuesday quickly got down to the buff. When they were both naked, Tuesday did not laugh or make reference to the thatched pussy bush between Emilia's legs. She did, however, look pointedly at the quivering cunt, and Emilia was so hot just from the glance that she was certain she would come as soon as she touched Tuesday's dainty snatch.

Miss Douche turned out the light, leaving the room bathed in a soft glow of moonlight. It was sufficient for Tuesday to see that Emilia's nipples were very pronounced and hard. The titties were small, but those nipples beat anything Tuesday had ever seen. She thought Miss Douche undoubtedly had the nicest, cleanest body in the whole world. She was so tanned! And she smelled so fresh!

"Lie down," Emilia said in a deepening, husky voice. "On your back, with your legs spread apart."

"Now," she said, climbing on the bed and straddling Tuesday's left leg, "we am going to play… we're going to make love. I'll show you how. Just lie still. You'll like what I'm going to do. Then, after I do it to you, you can do it to me."

"Oh, I'd like that," Tuesday said, shivering with delight. "Show me how to do whatever it is."

Emilia ran her fingers lightly over Tuesday's body, beginning at her titties, and sweeping down across her stomach to her legs. Special emphasis was given to the inside of Tuesday's thighs. Oh, how tender and sweet was the flesh there!