Both girls fell to their assigned tasks with alacrity and enthusiasm, Brooke giving a little yelp of joy as she reached for the wine bottle which had done sterling service already. Now there was no need for restraint or inhibition, here in her own house and with a girl who needed no coaxing at all into lesbian lust. The device had belonged to Brooke’s older sister, who had discarded it as useless when she had moved away to a job on the west coast – but, by a fortunate chance, Brooke had noticed it in the trash and had retrieved it. She rolled her head sideways on the pillow, and was delighted to find herself almost nose to nose with her lover, who was awake and regarding her affectionately. Agghh! Jenny uncoupled her bra and cast it aside, enjoying the girls’ reaction of awe and anticipation as her large breasts swung free. For tonight she was wearing a knee-length washed velvet A-line skirt in a rich brown colour, and a short-sleeve shirt in a complementary pale beige.
