Mitzi snorted and heaved her ass up. The youngster couldn't be far from coming again. Well, neither was Rita. The glowing warmth her cunt rose higher.

Rita tensed as her cunt started flowing. She pressed her tongue a little harder on Mitzi's clit and drew her tongue around in a circle.

Mitzi arched rigidly and her cunt-juice let go. Rita let the girl's cunt-lips turn back inside and kept her mouth on the slit, swallowing the hot cunt-cum as it pumped out.

Mitzi had taken Rita's cum as it flowed from her cunt. When it stopped pumping, the girl drew away, and Rita brought her ass up and her knees closer together on the cushions. Her hip joints ached from being spread flat for so long.

She put her knees down on the rug, knocked the cushions aside and lay down beside the girl.

Mitzi's warm fingers stroked the soft flesh of her hip. Rita closed her eyes and held the girl's head in her hands, stroking her tangled hair.

Her strength flowed from her body as she lay holding the girl, this girl with the warm tender body, this girl with the busy tongue, too rough at first, then delightfully delicate.

What kind of troubles had Mitzi endured, to be eighteen and still so uncouth? What kind of mother did she have that wouldn't help her to be a lady? Well, that was none of Rita's business. Her only business was to satisfy the bitch sexually so she would keep her hands off Tommy.

After a while, lying against Mitzi's warm body, strength returned to Rita's legs. She opened her eyes and stretched, and Mitzi smiled at her.

"That was really nice, Rita."

"The pleasure was mine, Mitzi. I'll be glad to do this anytime you… well, anytime you have this aching feeling that needs relief."

"Thank you," Mitzi said. "I guess I'd better get back."

"Wait just a minute before you get dressed."