But Sally was not done.But Sally was not done. She continued her fingering, restoking the fires of Jo's desire. Jo barely noticed when Sally's lips left her breasts and Sally's tongue slid a wet trail down her belly. Only when Sally's tongue replaced the finger did Jo react. The flick of Sally's tongue on her already swollen clit drove Jo wild. She nearly reached her second climax immediately. When she reached to hug Sally to her, she realized that Sally had reversed her position. Sally's pubis was now in front of Jo's face. It was obvious what Sally wanted, a return favor. With some trepidation, Jo stuck out her tongue and tentatively licked at Sally's sex, tasting Sally's musky juices. As Sally's tongue drove her to new heights, she buried her face in the brunette's muff and eagerly reciprocated. After several more climaxes, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Hours later, Jo woke with a start. Where was she? She felt Sally's naked body next to her. Had she done the things she remembered doing last night? Shame filled her. Jo carefully slid out of bed and went to her own room. How could she face Sally after last night? She donned a robe and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. A little later, Sally walked in. When Jo looked up, she saw that Sally was nude. Jo blushed almost as red as her hair and averted her eyes. At first, she was reluctant to even talk. Only after a very strained meal did she verbalize her problems. She apologized for her actions and voiced her shame. Sally led her into the livingroom and sat her down for a chat. After awhile, Jo relaxed a bit, but still found it difficult to look directly at the other girl. When Jo had calmed down sufficiently to at least talk, Sally interrupted their conversation long enough to roll a joint from their stash. |