Beverly had some experience with other women. She had her first girl-on-girl experience in high school with her best friend at the time. In college, s...e played a few times with her roommate. So she knew what pleasures can come from a female lover. Becky was an excellent lover too. Mistress had taught her how she liked to be pleased, and now it was Beverly that was benefiting from her training and expertise.Becky pulled her fingers from her pussy, wet and sticky with her copious juices. She. He didn’t seem like the kind of man who went for a woman like me. A lush woman. A woman who had the kind of curves that scared most men off. Their loss. And if it wasn’t for a few too many tequila Jell-O shots, and a dare to teach the gals a bellydance move, it could have been my loss too. But there I was, up on the coffee table, precariously balanced on the balls of my chubby bare feet, showing them how to roll their hips. I had no idea he was making plans for those hips. I was occupied. At the same time, though, my consciousness wascrackling between her body and mine, and that cloyinglysweet smell seemed to have got into my blood. I could feelmyself careering through my veins, waking the sleepingcells of a form that was more like light than flesh.‘This will be fun,’ said the Faery Queen softly, and shebegan to leave tickling kisses on my body, something likea warm breeze on naked skin and something like thesuction of two sweaty bodies pressed together. Her cool,barely-tangible. "Unless you want to get caught, I suggest you keep quiet," he growled."There's no one here," I said. "And besides - it's not my fault I can't keep quiet."He looked at me reproachfully."Oh? Whose fault is it then?" Yours. If you wanted me to be quiet, you should have let me wear panties. That way, you would have something to stuff in my mouth." I smiled wickedly.I could feel him get harder against me, the fabric of his jeans rough against my bare ass. I felt like I had won until his hand.