With their faces so close it was natural that they should kiss, but their kisses weren't all enveloping passionate ones, even though Margie was finger fucking Louise as hard as she could, but instead they were just brief touches of lips on lips, light and affectionate, just gentle expressions of mutual pleasure punctuated by smiles of enjoyment. Louise felt smug; she couldn't help it, for she had helped a hitherto straight woman enjoy an experience with another of her own sex. All she had to do now, she thought to herself, was to give her an orgasm to top it off. The trouble was, an orgasm of her own was...