Every so often our clits touched and we both moaned with delight. The feeling was totally delicious: gentle and insistent, hot and slippery, satisfyin...g and erotic. It was the union of two female worlds. How had I lived for so long without knowing this true love? And how I pitied those women who had never experienced the love of a lesbian. But I had found my lesbian love and now she was spoiling me for any one else. This is what my sexual evolution had all been for.As our cunts merged in a. Jane now feared that the mini-tape would run to the end before anything interesting happened. Finally, a woman emerged from the bathroom, and approached the bed. She had short, wavy, fiery-red hair, and looked to be about 10 years younger than Wendy Warmcox. She had on a tight, black-leather skirt that reached not quite halfway down her thighs, exposing about a mile of black-stockinged show-girl legs and stiletto-heeled, open-toed dressy black leather strap-on shoes. She had paired this skirt. I can make you do that Sarah… Do you believe me?’ ‘Yes…’ A shaky little word, ‘Yes Sam, I do!’ Sam rose from the sofa, his body hard and full of purpose. ‘Two hours Sarah! Two hours and I could be with you. Shall I? Shall I come to you, tonight?’ The silence went on for too long. ‘No.’ he finally said it half to himself. ‘You’re not ready for me yet, are you honey?’ He sighed and dropped to the sofa again running his hand through his hair as he did so. ‘It’s alright darling,’ he soothed. ‘I. I stroked his cock a few times and let out a sigh. With that exhalation went all my nerves, all I was focused on was how wonderful his cock felt in my hand. I got on my knees on the floor, leaned over and took the head of his cock into my mouth. My tongue circling around the head, my lips wrapped around his cock. I remember thinking how good his cock felt in my mouth. The smoothness of the head and the way my tongue glided over it. Feeling the weight and girth of his cock in my mouth. Straining.