“Where?” I murmured innocently. I gathered her crinkled areolas between my wondering fingers and thumbs, squeezing and fondling.
“Rebecca!” she cried piteously, nearly sobbing in her excitement. “I—I cannot say it!” As she spoke, one of her hands crept slyly across her hipbone, reaching down…
Smiling, I released one of her dark paps for a moment and quickly caught her slim wrist in my pale hand. Her tendons quivered, but she did not try to pull away. “Where, Magda…?”
“Oh, Rebecca,” she gasped finally, “pleasure me! Put your fingers between my legs! Please, friend, rub my cunny—please!” Her will to resist was defeated, and in the surrender of that silly modesty was the victory of her natural desires. She knew it as well as did I.
Triumphantly, then, I let go of her wrist and slid my han
