.”He walks further into the bathroom and crouches near the tub; reaching out he rubs his finger down my cheek and to my lips, thumbing at my lower l...p gently. He leans in and kisses me. Nipping at my lip with his teeth.He murmurs, “Don’t rush, and don’t get dressed when you’re ready to get out. I’ll be waiting for you.” He trails his fingers down my neck and chest, dipping below the water to caress my breast; thumbing over my nipple, he teases it to attention. Then does the same with the other,. I was wearing moccasins, while Brenda had on a pair of Zorris, so we walked slowly down the country club driveway. We both knew we were heading for the privacy of the trees, and that we'd be feeling each other up when we got there. We were holding hands and looking at each others faces. I felt a closeness with Brenda, something I hadn't felt with Bea. I felt other things too, things besides closeness. These things I had felt with Bea. I wanted to do everything with Brenda, everything I'd done. “i was just playing,” she purred“right so why don’t we go back to my place and play some more, it’s just down the street,” i said as i looked into her green eyes.“oh man, look your a good looking guy and all. It’s just i think you would be disappointed, i’m not real adventurous in bed,” she said, “plus it just seems wrong to have to fuck for your freedom.“yah i guess your right, i guess i was just a little overcome with you beauty,” i said, trying to turn the screw.“oh that’s sweet,” she. 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.