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cigarettes, leaning against each another in front of the fire, listening to Scriabin’s Poem of Ecstasy. Margaret let down her hair and it glowed like a halo around her head. They were enmeshed in the red light of dancing shadows from the flames. Joan could not seem to get enough of holding Margaret’s breasts in her hands, and kept cupping them, feeling their weight and texture, putting the nipples in her mouth.
    “You know, I used to do this to myself for hours. But even though I don’t get the pleasure in my breasts, giving that pleasure to your breasts is somehow even more gratifying.”
    In response, Margaret reached over and stroked Joan’s nipples. “You know you’ll always get as much as you give with me,” she said.
    “I know,” Joan said, “somehow, instinctively, I know that…I trust you.” And she tilted her head back as Margaret covered her mouth and with a long kiss, the taste of tobacco and coffee mingling on their breaths.
    “You do remember what I said about business?” Margaret asked.
    Joan nodded. “I remember.” She looked up, her eyes filled with confusion. “I like Lou,” she said. “He’s been good to me.”
    “I like him too,” Margaret told her. “But his time is over.” She began to go on but Joan silenced her in the most direct manner possible, by cupping her hand over Margaret’s cunt, while slipping a finger into her own.
    “No use trying to talk to you now,” the older woman said.
    Joan slid down again until she was lying between Margaret’s legs. She held her cunt lips open with both hands and began to lick the moist lips like a deer at a salt block, gently and insistently. Margaret looked down at the lithe body, the extended curved spine, the flaring ass, the full white legs, which opened and closed again and again like a scissor, indicating the fact of Joan’s pushing her cunt against the rug.
    “How lovely,” she thought.
    She held Joan’s head between her hands as she slid down and also turned over on her belly, until Joan’s face lay across her buttocks. “I want you to do my ass,” she said. “Lick the whole crack and then get your tongue as far in as you can. I want you to ream me until your tongue feels like it’s being pulled out by the roots.”
    And she stretched full out, her hips rotating, her breasts crushed against the floor. Joan parted her succulent cheeks with both hands, exposing the pinched serrated hole at the core, and then, with a flick of her tongue across her lips, she buried her face completely in Margaret’s ass, swimming in the mass of hot flesh. Her tongue found the target and she burrowed in at once, sending the other woman off into a cascade of squeals.
    Margaret raised her hips, arching her exquisite ass off the ground, and Joan burrowed into it even more deeply, now licking the hole and then sucking it, now biting it gently and then kissing it passionately. With her full wet mouth she made love to Margaret’s lovely ass, pouring into it the total passion she was capable of, until her mouth and tongue were sore with the activity. And then she reached under and put her closed fist at the opening of Margaret’s cunt.
    Margaret gasped as she felt the pressure against the other opening, and tried to push down to get the hand inside her. But as she did so, Joan licked her asshole again, causing her to lift her pelvis. She teased her for five minutes, as Margaret was torn between lifting up to get Joan’s tongue in her ass and dropping down to get the fist in her cunt. She tossed back and forth, her excitement mounting into frenzy, until Joan relented and brought the two together, and as her mouth pressed hotly into the now wet crack, her fist insinuated itself up into the widening cunt, which gaped to receive the full clenched hand. Joan and Margaret pushed together, until Margaret’s yawning pussy swallowed the whole fist and it was lodged inside her up to Joan’s wrist.
    The blonde woman made a wide circle with her lips but