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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
both appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
makes it easier for me to get your reaction.   One 
thing I do ask is that you now include your first
name and age in  your comments.  It gives me a
better idea who my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy
the story.

           - The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
	           Part Two
		by  Ann Douglas
	
	“Did that turn you on?”  Nicole abruptly
asked.
	“Excuse me?”  Cynthia asked after pausing
a few beats, wondering how the conversation had
taken such an abrupt turn.
	“I asked if that turned you on,”  Nicole
repeated.  “All those naked bodies?”    
	“What would make you asked a question
like that?”  
	It took even longer for Nicole to answer. 
It seemed for a few moments that she might be
reconsidering her question.  Then, with
deliberation, she went on.
	“Last night you seemed to spend a
considerable amount of time watching Courtney
and me.  A lot longer than someone who had just
accidentally walked into an embarrassing
situation.  Most people would’ve just stepped
back out.  You stood there and watched for a
while.”
	Cynthia’s face blushed, she hadn’t realized
Nicole had seen her.  Then a more embarrassing
thought replaced that.  Had she told Courtney?
	“Was it the sight of our naked bodies that
interested you so much?”  Nicole continued.
	Cynthia was speechless, she didn’t have an
answer.  She really didn’t know herself why she
had stayed there so long.
	“Know what I think?”  Nicole said, and
then continued without waiting for an answer.  “I
think it was the sex that interested you so much.  I
think that the fact that it was your daughter that
was eating my pussy was secondary to the act
itself.  I think you got really hot watching two
women get it on.”
	Nicole had automatically switched to what
she offtimes referred to as her inquisitor mode. 
The conviction in her voice grew with each word.  
	“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 
Cynthia finally managed to stammer.  She wasn’t
used to being on the defensive.
	“Oh yes you do.”  Nicole retorted with the
same  confidence she had exhibited in front of
some of the states most noted judges.  
	Cynthia sensed that something she would
rather not have remembered was about to
resurface.  She wanted to jump out of the pool
and run. Yet, a small voice deep within her called
out for attention.  It urged her to let matters take
their course.     
	“When you mentioned last night that you
had pledged mid-year back in  1950, it really
didn’t sound right to me.  I don’t know why,
maybe just the investigator in me playing out a
hunch.  It’s one of my bad habits, I can’t let a
feeling like that go by without following up on it.
On the positive side, following some of those
hunches have gotten me where I am today.”
	Nicole paused for a moment, waiting to
see if Cynthia was going to object to her going on
any further.
	“Anyway, a client of mine, is the current
recording secretary for the Delta Theta Phi alumni
association.  She’s class of ‘87 by the way and
also a lesbian.  You might find that interesting. 
Anyway, going on the idea that my memory might
just be faulty, I called her this morning and asked
her to look up and see if there had ever been a
mid-term pledging  in 1950 or any other year.  She
said that since all the old records had been
computerized a few years back it would be no
trouble to find out.  She called me back only an
hour ago with the information.”
	Cynthia was now totally still as well as
silent.
	“She said that there had never been a
mid-term pledge in ‘50 or any other year.  She
asked why and I told her I was working on a
discrimination case remarkable like the Jennifer
Hallis scandal of that year.  I just wanted to use it
as a little background. I asked if we had any
current information on the girls involved in the
incident.  She said unfortunately no, most of the
girls who where kicked out had their records
expunged by the college administration. In fact,
except for the file on Jennifer herself, there were
no other entries on who even was involved. I had
thanked her and was about to hang up when she
casually mentioned that there was another name in
the file - Jennifer’s roommate that last year.  It
was just an entry in the room assignment form,
there was nothing else on the girl.  The name was
Cynthia Donnelley.”
	Cynthia’s face turned pale.
	“I remember Courtney mentioning her
grandmother Donnelley.”  Nicole said excitedly. 
“That was your maiden name..wasn’t it?”
	The older woman’s silence confirmed it.
	“You were her roommate.”  She
continued, making it a statement more than a
question.
	“Yes.”  Cynthia meekly answered, decades
of denial lifting with that single syllable.
	“....and her lover.”  
	“Yes, ... I was.”  this time it came easier.
	A level of excitement filled Nicole. The
same excitement that filled her when she broke a
guilty party on the witness stand.  The elation was
short lived as she suddenly realized what she had
actually done.  This wasn’t some courtroom, it
was the home of a friend.  And this wasn’t an
adversary but simply a woman who had told a
simple lie about her life of almost half a century
before. 	
	“Oh damn, Cynthia.”  Nicole recalled in
horror at what she’d done.  “I’m so sorry.  I don’t
know what came over me.  I can’t believe I acted
like I did.”
	“It’s OK.”  Cynthia said, knowing that the
younger woman was honestly upset at what she’d
done.  “It’s OK, it doesn’t matter.  I don’t know
why I still lied about it all these years.  It was so
long ago.”
	“Does Courtney know?”  Nicole asked,
partly out of a curiosity that couldn’t be
surpressed and a desire not to be the one to
accidentally tell her.
	“No, she doesn’t know anything about that
period of my life or that her mother was once also
into women.”
	“Women?”  Nicole repeated.  “You had
other lovers after that?”
	“What the hell, I might as well tell you the
whole story.”  Cynthia said with a smile.
“Someone should know what it was really like
back then.”
	“You don’t have to.”  Nicole said, hoping
at the same time that she would. “I was way out
of line with what I did.”
	“What’s done is done.”  started Cynthia.
“Besides, now that I want to get it all out, maybe
it’ll be easier telling it to a stranger.”  She paused
for a few beats and then added.  “Then when I’m
done, we wouldn’t really be strangers anymore.”
	Now it was Nicole’s turn to remain silent
and just listen.  Cynthia seemed to be looking far
away, even though she was looking straight at her. 
The lawyer knew the older woman was looking
past the mist of years past.
	
	“Most of what you heard about the
Jennifer Hallis story is pretty much true.  My
father was on the Board of Trustees for Sara
Douglas, just as his father was before him. There
was no way that they was going to tag the
daughter and granddaughter of the Donnelly’s of
Tarrytown with a lesbian label. So my own 
involvement in the indecent was the first one
removed. A stern facility monitor put an end to
the parties and such, but she couldn’t be
everywhere and where there was a will there was
always a way.”
	Nicole listened intently, her mind carefully
absorbing every word.
	“Right after graduation, my parents
married me off to Courtney’s father.  It was
almost an arranged marriage.  It wasn’t so bad at
first.  I liked men too and much to my own
mother’s horror, wasn’t a virgin on my wedding
night.  We had a lot in common back then, and to
be honest the prospect of the lesbian lifestyle back
in the Eisenhower Era was non-existent. We were
as happy as could be expected for the first year or
so.  Then things began to change.”
	“How so?”  Nicole inquired.
	“It would been nice to say it was John who
strayed first.  Given his current predilection for
such things, it would be easy to say.  But if I’m
going to set the lies to rest the truth will have to
prevail.  So I have to admit that I was the first one
to break our vows.  And as I’m sure you’ve
discovered on your own, once you’ve crossed that
forbidden line the first time, the second time is a
lot easier.”
	“First time?”  Nicole asked, a little
confused.
	“I say first time because it was a lot
different in college than the real world.  Even back
then, you could do things that might not exactly
be socially acceptable in college and get away
with them.  So I’ve always considered my first
encounter with another woman outside of that
safe and controlled environment as my first time.”
	Nicole saw that there was a certain sense
to what she’d said and nodded. 
	About a year and a half after we’d been
married, long before I was pregnant with
Courtney, we moved to San Francisco for John to
take a graduate program out there. It seemed a
good idea at the time.  We were starting to have
our problems and a fresh start in a new local 
might’ve been just what we needed.  As with most
quick fixes, this didn’t solve anything.  We’d
brought out problems with us.”
	“Anyway, we’d gone out one night to a
go-go bar - John’s idea.  I’m not sure if you really
understand what one of those was, there’s really
no current equivalent.  They’d have girls dancing
either on stage or on podiums scattered around
the club. Understand that these were dancers, not
strippers and definitely not hookers. Although I
was told there were other clubs that had both.”
	“After the show, John had invited one of
the dancers over to our tables to have a drink.
This in itself wasn’t that unusual as we’d been to
similar clubs before and John had also invited
dancers for a drink.  What greatly surprised me
this time was that the dancer was a young black
woman. John had never shown any interest in
black women before.  And of course this was the
late 50’s, years before interracial affairs were all
the rage.  Her name if I recall correctly was Diane.  
We chatted a while and had a few more drinks
besides.  Like he was wont to do, John flirted with
the young lady who couldn’t have been much
more than 20.  She seemed so young as I think
about it, yet I was only 26 myself back then.“	
	“I suddenly became aware of a touch
against my leg.  At first I chalked it up to John
being playful under the small table, then realized it
was on the wrong leg for it to be John. I turned to
Diane and with a smile she acknowledged what
was obviously an invitation.  To this day, I don’t
know if she somehow knew I might be receptive
or just tried that with any woman she found
interesting, trusting that they wouldn’t make a
scene in front of their husbands.”
	“I excused myself to use the ladies room
and Diane said she’d join me.  No sooner had the
door closed behind us when she grabbed me and
pushed me against the wall and kissed me.  She
hadn’t even made sure that all the stalls were
empty, trusting instead that there were few
women in attendance that night and that the other
dancers would use the rest room backstage.”
	“I can still recall the taste of her lips
against mine and the fire it send through me.  I
was like a woman who’d been denied water for a
long time, suddenly tossed into a clear pool of
sweet liquid.  We pulled at each other’s clothes,
and I found her lips now on my breasts, then her
fingers against my clit.  It couldn’t have taken me
more than a few minutes to reach orgasm, a
climax that I still remember as leaving me weak in
the knees.  Then as quick as it all had been, it was
all over.  We made ourselves presentable and
rejoined my husband.  The only indication he ever
had that something had changed that night was
that he found me somewhat unresponsive later
that night.  Usually after a visit to one of those
bars I was as horny as could be.  As we were
leaving, John asked Diane for her phone number
saying that maybe the three of us could get
together sometime.  With smile she wrote it out
and then ripped it in half when John wasn’t
looking.  She handed him the top half and while he
concentrated on looking down her blouse, pressed
the bottom half of the note into my hand.  John’s
note turned out to contain the number for the
public library.  Mine was her home number.  I was
to have an affair with her that lasted until John
graduated and we moved back east.”
	“So you like black women?”  Nicole
asked.
	“I never really gave the color of her skin
much thought.”  said Cynthia.  “It was the person
inside, not the wrapping she came in that
interested me.”
	“After that, I knew it was going to take
some strong medicine to put the genie back in the
bottle, so to speak.”  Cynthia continued.
“Medicine that John just wasn’t able to supply. 
Still we made the best of it all. We started our
business when we got back home, and a family as
well.  Courtney’s older brother, John Jr. who lives
in Florida now was born in ‘59. Sue, our other
daughter was born in ‘62 and lives with her
husband and kids in New Jersey.  After a while,
your life tends to go on a sort of auto-pilot.  You
watch your kids grow, try to build a better life for
them.”
	“Sexually speaking, those were pretty dry
years.  John and I had occasional relations,
enough to surprise me with a pregnancy for my
40th birthday.  Courtney’s birth brought another
turning point into my life.  In a direct cause and
effect way, it led to my first real love affair with
another woman.  As opposed to the primarily
sexual encounters I’d had in the past.”
	Nicole had to admit to herself that she
found Cynthia’s personal history to be fascinating. 
	“Our company was undergoing some
critical changes at that time, so I felt that it would
be a bad idea for me to take a leave of absence
like I’d done for John Jr. and Sue.  So I hired a
nurse/governess  to watch after Courtney during
the day.  Her name was Sonja Brundtland and she
had just moved to the United States from Norway. 
Although ten years younger then me, Sonja and I
became fast friends.  As time passed, we
discovered to our mutual delight that we shared a
certain other taste as well.  It was the first time I
really felt for another woman on an emotional
level.  I guess it was that ease that we both felt
around each other that caused us to become
careless.”
	“One snowy winter day, with all the kids
off at their grandparent’s and John off to the
airport on yet another trip, Sonja and I settled
down in front of the fireplace with a bottle of wine
and each other.  It wasn’t long before that wine
and a smile was all that we were wearing.”
	“A rising storm had canceled John’s flight
and he had reluctantly returned home.  He
would’ve preferred to have returned to his latest
assistant’s apartment to wait out the storm but
evidently she had a roommate that just wouldn’t
have understood.  Since her roommate was 6’2”
and built like a halfback, John decided not to test
the point.  Evidently she hadn’t mentioned to her
boyfriend that she was going on more than a
business trip.”  
	“So anyway, there I was, naked as the day
I was born and licking the wine off Sonja’s breasts
when I look up and see John standing over us.  
Not knowing what else to say, I picked up the
empty crystal from the floor and asked if I could
pour him a glass.”
	“ He wasn’t amused to say the least. And
to be honest, I really didn’t care.  Our marriage
had been a sham for so long that maybe it would
be better to end it.  He said that he wasn’t going
to be made a fool of in an open court, not to
mention the effect it might have on the family
owned company.  He’d been screwing one bimbo
after another for years and now that I’d finally
found someone I cared about he wasn’t going to
stand in by way.”
	“He said he was willing to maintain a
marriage in name only, not that our union had
been much more than that for some time, but that
Sonja would have to go.  Not just out of our
house, but out of my life.  I told him were he
could put that idea and believe me in wasn’t in a
pretty place.  Where did he ever get the idea that I
would ever go along with such a ridiculous
arrangement?”  
	“That was when he dropped his bombshell. 
If I pressed for a divorce, he seek custody of all
the kids.  He said no judge, however liberal, was
going to let a lesbian raise his kids.  You have to
remember that was twenty years ago, and
reluctantly I had to admit he was right.  It was
both the hardest and at the same time, easiest
decision I ever had to make.  As much as I loved
Sonja, I loved my children more. She left that
night.”
	“Have you ever seen her since?”  Nicole
asked.
	“I got a card from her about eight months
later, she was going home to Norway.  I never
heard from her after that.”  Cynthia said.

	Nicole didn’t really hear what Cynthia said
after that. Too many strange thoughts were
flashing through her mind.  In the twenty years
since she had first realized she was attracted to
other women, that attraction had never extended
to an older woman.  That was until this moment. 
Cynthia, she reminded herself, was old enough to
be her mother.  In fact, she was the mother of one
of her friends.  Yet as she looked at the woman,
now only inches away from her, her appreciation
of her beauty increased immensely and age
became irrelevant.  Try as she could, Nicole
couldn’t recall the last time she felt this drawn to
someone.  
	The fire in Nicole’s breasts was reflected
between her legs.  It was obvious that the wetness
there was caused by far more than the cool pool
water.  Never in her life had she wanted any
woman as much as she wanted Cynthia at this
moment.  The haunting question was, did Cynthia
feel the same way?
	Unwilling to ask and risk rejection, equally
unwilling to step back from the edge, Nicole let
the flames of her desire take over and acted on
instinct. She felt her body moving forward of it’s
own accord, followed a brief moment later by the
press of Cynthia’s lips against her own.

	Cynthia was taken by surprise by Nicole’s
kiss.  It was a pleasant surprise all the same. It had
been so many years since the older woman had felt
the touch of another woman, she had almost
forgotten how good it could be.  In response to a
gentle pressure against her lips, she opened her
mouth and admitted the dark woman’s invading
tongue.
	The touch of Cynthia’s tongue against her
own was enough to turn the brushfire within her
into a raging inferno. She reached up and pulled
Cynthia’s face against her own, planting kiss after
kiss on her willing lips. Each time, the blonde
responded in turn, meeting the passion of Nicole’s
assault with her own.
	“I wasn’t sure how you’d react to that.”
Nicole said softly as she broke a final kiss.  
	“It was unexpected, but nice.” Cynthia
replied.  
	“Before anything else happens, maybe I
should explain about Courtney and I.....”  Nicole
said as she took a half step backward. 
	“Courtney already explained it all to me.” 
Cynthia interrupted as she took hold of the
younger woman’s hand and kept her close. “And
is this going to go any further?”
	“Do you want it to?”  Nicole asked as she
closed her hand around Cynthia’s in a reassuring
grip.
	Cynthia smiled.  Three days ago, the idea
of renewing her interest in lesbian sex would’ve
never entered her mind.  It had been so long since
she’d entertained such thoughts.  Yet, the simple
act of unburdening herself to Nicole seemed to
take decades off of her.  The emotions of that
bathroom tryst so long ago found new life.
	Cynthia reached out and placed her open
palms against Nicole’s breasts.  Wet and soft, they
seemed to generate a heat all their own.  Brushing
her thumbs against the erect dark brown nipples
brought a soft sigh from Nicole’s mouth.  
	“I may be a little rusty at this.”  she
quipped.
	“I think you’re doing fine.”  Nicole said as
she pressed her body against Cynthia’s own.
	“I want you.”  Nicole said with conviction.
	“And I you.” was Cynthia’s reply.
	That was all the younger woman needed to
hear.  She reached up and pulled the straps of
Cynthia’s suit down over her shoulders, exposing
her large plentiful mounds.  No sooner were they
exposed to the open air when her mouth was on
them.  With a savage hunger, she took Cynthia’s
equally large nipples between her teeth and lips. 
The thought that these were the same breasts that
Courtney had once suckled at brought a sinful
thrill to her.  One which caused her inferno to
blaze even hotter.
	Even as her mouth feasted on Cynthia’s
bountiful charms, Nicole slid her hand underwater
and between Cynthia’s legs.  Her fingers slid
under the thin material of her suit and pressed
against the bushy mouth within.  
	Now it was Cynthia’s turn to moan as she
felt the touch of a lover’s hand where only she had
touched for so very long.  Then it moved to the
center of the mound and rubbed against it.  As her
finger became lubricated by the wetness there,
Nicole slowly slid it between the folds.  A soft
gasp escaped Cynthia's lips as Nicole slid the
finger in and out, soon following it with a second.
	“Oh yes...”  Cynthia said softly as she
leaned back against the edge of the pool and
enjoyed Nicole’s dual ministrations.
	The constant friction of Nicole’s hand
against her clit sent ripples of delight radiating out
from Cynthia’s pussy.  Coupled with the delightful
mixture of bites and gentle kisses on her breasts, it
was enough to quickly bring her to the edge of
ecstasy.
	As the volume of the moans in Nicole’s
ears grew in intensity, so did the frequency of her
penetrations.  A small series of mini-quakes began
to rock the older woman’s body, heralding the
arrival of a long absent rapture.
	Suddenly, Cynthia’s body stiffened as the
cascading waves of bliss broke on the shoals of
her sexuality.  Her pulse raced and her breaths
became shallow.  Had she not already been
immersed in water, her body would’ve been
covered with sweat. 
	“Oh God!”  she panted as she collapsed
exhausted against the side of the pool.  “I can’t
believe how long its been since I felt so good.”
	“I can make you feel even better.” Nicole
purred as she pressed her cheek against Cynthia’s.
	“I’d like that.” Cynthia replied.


	Dripping wet, Nicole climbed out of the
pool into the warm afternoon air.  Cynthia
followed close behind.
	“I think I need a few minutes to catch my
breath.”  Cynthia said as she sat on the beach chair
poolside.  
	“Why don’t you relax on this towel.” 
Nicole suggested as she indicated the large
oversized beach towel spread out on the ground. 
“I give a great massage.”
	“Sounds like an excellent suggestion.” 
Cynthia laughed as she moved from the chair to
the ground.
	Now, out in the open, Nicole had a chance
to get her first real look at Cynthia’s nude form. 
If she hadn’t already known her age, her guess
would be at least a decade younger. 
	 Of course the first thing any man or
woman would’ve noticed were her prodigious
breasts.  The dark pink circles in the center of
each were over two inches wide, the long snubs in
the middle were thick and almost a quarter inch
long.  The rest of her body reflected the passage
of years, most noticeably the gray and white of her
pubic mound.  Still, she was an attractive woman
and could radiate a raw sexuality that Nicole
found enticing.
	Positioning herself in a kneeing position to
Cynthia’s right, Nicole began to massage her
shoulders.  Her grip could be both strong and
gentle, working magic on the older woman’s flesh. 
Expertly she worked her way down, applying
pressure to the small of Cynthia’s back before she
moved outward to her arms.
	Laying face down with her eyes closed,
Cynthia was enjoying the massage.  Nicole was
better than the professional masseuse at the health
club where she worked out. 
	A broad smile filled her face as she
imagined what would be the reaction of her
neighbor, Mrs. Carlsen if she were to look out her
window right now. The sign of Cynthia naked,
laying under an equally naked black woman half
her age might be enough to give the snoopy bitty
a heart attack.  True, the houses were far apart to
supposedly afford a large measure of privacy, but
there had been a few times Cynthia had spotted
Mrs. Carlsen standing on her porch with her
telescope pointed at anything but the heavens.
	“Oooo”  Cynthia sighed as she felt
Nicole’s hands press against her buttocks.  “That
feels good.”
	Nicole continued down along the older
woman’s legs, then began working her way
upward once more.  When she got back to
Cynthia’s shoulders, she swung her leg over the
prone form and straddled her new love.
	Lowing herself, she pressed her own not
unimpressive breasts against the small of Cynthia’s
back and rubbed them up and down.  She
continued bottomward retracing the path she had
just completed, this time replacing her hands with
her generous mounds.
	“Mmmm, that feels even better.”  Cynthia
commented.
	This time, Nicole paused at Cynthia’s wide
bottom and began to cover it with soft kisses.  She
spread her cheeks and kissed the sensitive area in
between.  Reaching inward with her tongue, she
caressed her anal entry.  Cynthia jumped with
excitement, no one had ever done that to her.  As
Nicole continued to probe Cynthia’s nether
region, she reached down between her legs and
again rubbed the swollen clit she had so stimulated
a short time before. This again brought a series of
pleasing moans to her ears.
	“Roll over.”  she said as she lifted herself
to give Cynthia room.
	More than happy to comply, Cynthia
shifted onto her back.  Nicole quickly lowered
herself once more and replaced her finger with her
tongue.  Already saturated, Cynthia’s pussy
offered no resistance to the hard tip of Nicole’s
tongue.  It slid effortlessly into it’s dark recess,
bringing with it a whole new series of erotic
delights.  
	A small residue of sticky film from her
recent orgasm still remained.  Nicole quickly
licked it clean, savoring the taste.  She took a
moment to compare the flavor to Courtney’s. 
While different, it was just as pleasing. 
	Not content to just lay back, Cynthia took
hold of the back of Nicole’s head and pressed her
deeper into the crevice between her legs.  Right
now she couldn’t care if the entire town council,
of which she was a member, was pulling up the
driveway.  All that mattered was that Nicole left
her tongue exactly where it was.
	Again, it didn’t take long for Nicole’s
experienced touch to drive Cynthia over the brink.
Spreading her legs wide to give Nicole the widest
possible access, Cynthia bucked forward with
each dart of Nicole’s eager tongue.  Repeatedly it
slid in and out of her moist hole, then up and
down the length of her cunt before sliding inward
once more.  
	“Oh God, I’m cumming again!” Cynthia
shouted.
	While the explosion that rocked her body
wasn’t as powerful as the one which had preceded
it, still it was more than enough.  Her face pressed
tightly against Cynthia’s mound, Nicole quickly
lapped up the results of her efforts.  Undiluted by
the water which had mixed with her last orgasm,
the feminine ambrosia make Nicole hunger for
more.
	Now it was Nicole’s turn.  She quickly
began licking up way up the length of Cynthia’s
body.  She paused at her breasts just long enough
to give each a playful kiss.  A kiss that was
repeated against Cynthia’s willing lips.
	Lifting herself upward, Nicole continued
until her breasts were even with those selfsame
lips.  Balancing herself on one hand, Nicole lifted
her right breast and offered it to Cynthia.
	It was an offering that the blonde woman
was eager to take.  She lifted herself up until her
lips closed on the dark brown nipples, sucking it
deep into her mouth. 
	 It had been more years than Cynthia cared
to remember, but the taste of honey that she
always associated with a woman’s breasts quickly
brought back memories of how to please.  Her
own tongue tickled the tip of the chocolate nipple,
then ran circles around the dark aureole.  Then she
left a trail of kisses and gentle nibbles down the
side of the lighter tan globe and up the side of it’s
twin.  Nicole couldn’t help but be impressed by
the older woman’s skill.
	As much as she wanted to attend to the
fire between her legs, a blaze that was crying for
attention, Nicole wanted to wait until she was sure
Cynthia had her fill.  Finally, she sensed Cynthia’s
desire for her ebony orbs had been satisfied and
pulled them from her mouth.
	Cynthia reluctantly released her hold on
the chocolate delight held between her lips,
mindful that even greater delights were still to
come.  She eased herself back against the towel
even as Nicole moved even further upward, until
her legs were on each side of Cynthia’s head - her
own dark mound inches from her face.
	The scent of Nicole’s womanhood filled
Cynthia’s nostrils, moments before the younger
woman lowered herself and filled her mouth with
the taste to go with the aroma.  
	Like an eager schoolgirl, Cynthia reached
out duplicated the actions Nicole had so aptly
demonstration on her.   Her thoughts drifted
backward to years gone by, and to lovers long
since forgotten.  Until this moment, she didn’t
realize how much she had missed this.  Or that
how much she envied her daughter for having had
the strength to follow her conviction.   
	The thought of Courtney and the fact that
she was in exactly the same position she’d see her
in last night, with the same lover was a fact that
she found highly erotic.  She wondered if Nicole
felt the same way. 
	If Nicole were willing to share her
thoughts, she couldn’t find the voice to do so. 
Every aspect of her being was centered on the
tongue within her cunt and the unbelievable
feeling of joy that was radiating from it. Over the
years, Nicole had more lovers than she could
easily recall.  Some had been better than others. 
Through it all, Nicole had considered herself a
skillful lover.  But she had to admit, she herself
could take lessons from Cynthia.  
	Hands pressed tightly against the soft buns
of Nicole’s ass, Cynthia pulled her lover as close
as she could.  Nicole moaned again and again as
Cynthia's tongue worked it's way deep within her. 
The more the tangy taste of sweat and cum filled
her mouth,  the more intense became Cynthia's
desire to bring the girl to a new level of euphoria.  
	Finally, Nicole’s body tensed and she
arched her body, stretching out her arms for
support.  She trembled with indescribable ecstasy
as a rushing wave of  girlcum burst upon across
Cynthia's pulsating tongue and open mouth. 
Pressing her face as far within the girl's open
valley as she could, Cynthia swallowed surge
upon surge of womanly joy.  It was like sweat
nectar, bringing with it the memories of youth. 
She made herself a promise that it wouldn't be
anywhere near as long before she tasted it again.
	So intense had been Nicole's eruption, that
Cynthia was unable to swallow all of it. Small
drippings of the precious fruit of her efforts ran
off  her chin and  down to her breasts.  Her mouth
and nose were likewise covered with a sweet film
of girljuice.  
	“Who says you can’t go back again.” 
Cynthia said to herself as Nicole laid down beside
her.
	She pulled the younger woman closer and
kissed her again, the taste of female love still on
her lips.  

	Later that night, Cynthia and Nicole were
laying in bed together, enjoying each other’s
company.  The phone rang and Cynthia reluctantly
answered it.
	“Hi Mom!”  said an excited Courtney. 
“How’s everything going?”
	“Oh everything’s fine, sweetheart.”
Cynthia answered as she tried to keep from
laughing as Nicole tickled under her breast.
	“How are you getting along with Nicole?” 
Courtney asked.  “I’m hope you really didn’t mind
my telling her it was OK to spend the weekend.”
	“Oh, no problem.”  Cynthia beamed as she
playfully slapped Nicole’s hand.  “In fact we’ve
been getting along fabulously.”
	“Really?”  
	“Oh you know how it is with the girls of
Delta Theta Phi...”  Cynthia laughed.  “Its just a
matter of finding a common taste.”


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Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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