thigh up between Miss Douche's legs, and banged it sharply against her furry and chipping cunt.

That did it! Douche climaxed and, moaning, she began to lick and kiss Tuesday about the face. Tuesday kissed back, and was amazed to find Miss Douche sticking her tongue down her throat. That was fun!

Once she started to come, Miss Douche kept the orgasms railing. She pulled Tuesday up close and rolled over on her back. Thus, Emilia had Tuesday on top, with a meaty leg rubbing against her burning cunt. Miss Douche was so violent in her squirming and bunching that various parts of her body were coming in contact with Tuesday's pussy.

The sensation was delightful! Tuesday sometimes rubbed her box while sitting in the bathtub, and sometimes at night when she was certain Momma wasn't coming, she would elevate her nightgown and play with her twat. It had all been external, and she had not climaxed. But it was good!

Miss Douche was even better. Playing round the whole was an innovation which Tuesday relished. Ooooh! That made it so much more fun, and… Good Night! Miss Douche was going to kiss her…surely not…well, by golly, she did. Right in the pussy! Oooooh! Now that was something! Oh, good!

Tuesday began to match her older friend wiggle for wiggle. Without knowing why, she suddenly took Miss Douche's left titty into her mouth and

Was sucking it for all she was worth. A feel with which she was not familiar seemed to rise out from her crotch and burn all through her body.

God, Miss Douche had stuck her tongue up inside… No! Yes! Miss Douche was licking inside of Tuesday's pussy.

Tuesday sucked on the titty harder and attempted to reach around Miss Douche to get at the counselor's asshole. Tuesday liked the finger pressing gently on her brownie… just about as much as she liked that wet, flashing tongue working its way around inside her pee-hole.