Rita worked her hard nipples around lightly on Mitzi's soft tits. She kept her mouth from touching the girl's, just touched the tips of their tongues together.

She slipped her fingers down on Mitzi's hips and caressed the soft flesh, then worked her hands out on the cheeks of her ass, spreading them gently.

Mitzi seemed to take the cue and just held the hollows of Rita's waist in her hands, rocking her hips slightly, brushing the lips of her cunt with her own cunt-lips.

Finally, the girl lightly touched her lips to Rita's and slipped her tongue into her mouth.

Rita let the girl take control of her mouth while she held Mitzi's hips, and put her knees inside hers. Spreading Mitzi's thighs slightly, she rolled her own hips up and brought the pouting edge of her cunt-lips up between the girl's.

Mitzi gasped and staggered slightly.

Rita put a steadying arm under her elbow and said, "Let's use the rug."

Mitzi asked, "What if Tommy comes in?"

"He won't. Not for hours. Meantime, it's just you and me. Oh Mitzi, I love your soft touch."

"Me too, Mrs. Baylor… I mean, Rita. You're so beautiful… and soft."

"Let's take turn being on the bottom," Rita said, kneeling on the rug. "Why don't you take first turn on your back."

Rita straddled Mitzi's shoulders, wondering how she was going to carry out the task she'd assigned herself. She'd never gone down on a woman in her life. She'd hated other women with a vengeance, would have nothing to do with them, not even so much as a cup of coffee. Men were more to her liking. Well, the little bitch couldn't be much more complicated than a man.

Holding the girl's nylon-clad thighs spread wide, Rita brought her mouth down to her cunt. Ignoring the fishy smell, she put her tongue inside the spread pussy-lips and licked down the length of her cunt.