Then each of them slipped a hand between the other's legs, finding plenty of moisture there. They rubbed and stroked each other diligently: there's nothing like having the same body parts to know how to stimulate someone, even though in all fairness every woman responds differently to such stimulus. But it wasn't long before both of them were getting all hot and bothered, smearing sloppy kisses over the other's face and neck and shoulders while continuing to fondle the other's labia and clitoris, sometimes sticking two or three fingers into a wet vagina.

Their orgasms were nearly simultaneous: maybe it was Hilary's sharp cry that triggered Bridget's paroxysm. They both...