Standing much closer that would be considered proper for two strangers."It looks all good now" I told her as I turned to find her again wrapped in her...white towel. Her well-endowed chest was inches from mine, and her face was as close as well."Thank you ... thank you ... how can I ever repay you?" she asked in a husky voice with her tits now pressing against my chest and her hand behind my neck drawing my face to hers. Our lips came together, gently at first and then with increasing passion.Her. Eyes barely open as she gazes into nowhere, body limp, her mind wanders in her exhausted state as she tries to comprehend her madness. Already she’s unable to remember the particulars of every single torture except that the pain’s unbearable and lasts for hours on end during nightmare after nightmare and that they’re never piecemeal or drift into other scenarios like ordinary dreams seem to do. And, she could swear there’s always some sort of visible remnant of the tortures left even. She waves back and subconciously bites her lip before turning back around. Class goes by smoothly and I catch her after the bell rings just as she is leaving."Hey Ashley." I say smiling. I know I smile a lot, I'm a jolly fellow."Hey Cyrus, I guess Amanda talked to you huh?" She questions with an eyebrow pointing up."Yeah she did, she um..told me you liked me." I say while grinning confidently. She points her feet towards each other and nods slightly while looking down. I smile and ask her,. For quite a while, we were the best foursome imaginable since we all had clits of our own. We knew exactly what made them tingle best. It's why lesbians claim that only women properly know how to induce clitoral orgasms in other women!Mom didn't mind not having a penis of her own; she got plenty of double duty on any given evening.The problem was our own wantonness. My sister and I, from the moment we first tasted sex with each other, knew we would have a difficult time if we ever had to.