Chapter 276

Jane phoned Laura at work.

"I found your business card in my Mama's purse," she said. "You and she been doing the Big Nasty, haven't you. I could scratch your eyes out, Laura."

Laura did not remember having given Kendra her business card, but she did have a stack of them on her dining room table. Kendra must have helped herself. This realization warmed Laura a little, since it signified to her that Kendra was thinking of calling her again.

As for Jane, a quick glance at the clock told Laura it was three-thirty, just after school. She was probably alone in the house and could call with impunity.

"Since when do you go through other people's purses?" she asked Jane.

"Is that all you have to say?" Jane shot back. "Aren't you gonna tell me how much you've missed my pretty little black coozy? And my booty that you always want to be licking and sucking on?"

Laura knew her office phone was not monitored, but even so, she became a little nervous at this salacious bantering. She could even feel herself blushing. In fact, just the sound of Jane's voice electrified her with sexual temptation. When she didn't reply directly, Jane went on.

"I don't go through everybody's purse," she snapped. "I went through my Mama's 'cause she said I could get five dollars out of her wallet, okay? What the fuck business is it of yours, Laura? Since you don't give a shit about me anyway, not any more."

Oh, I do. If you only knew how I do, Laura thought. "I'd love to see you," she said, almost whispering it into the phone.

"I got two hours, maybe three, before Mama gets home," Jane said. "You'd have to pick me up and take me somewhere. Can't do it here. Nosy neighbors."

"Oh Jane. I can't. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. And I have to attend a cocktail reception tonight at the Ritz Carlton. Company duty."

"You just meeting some nasty sista for some carpet-munching, I bet," Jane cracked.

"No. Honest. I can't make it today."

Jane turned flirtatious. "Tomorrow Mama and Marshall driving up to Reno again. Unfortunately, they're taking the Jeep because Marshall's Lexus is fucked up somehow. That's what he get for having a rich people's car, I say. Anyway, I got to stay over with Auntie Doris again, but she ain't picking me up here until about seven-thirty, since she gets off extra-late on Friday. So... I get out of school at two-thirty-six. I got about five hours to... play. Laura? You still there?"

Laura was mesmerized, floating in a different world, reliving all the times she and Jane had nearly destroyed one another with hot fucking. The time they had fucked so violently they had broken Laura's bed. The time they had fucked in the open, on a hillside of Mt. Tamalpais, with Jane's spectacular young body all oiled and shiny, and afterward at Laura's place where they had screwed in the shower and Laura had fucked Jane's incredible ass with two fingers while sucking her pussy at the same time and making her nearly perish from ecstatic coming.

"Oh," she gulped, shaking herself out of this steamy trance. "Oh god, Jane, yes, I can take off early tomorrow. They owe me some time here. Tell me where I can pick you up."

They arranged a place close to Jane's school for Laura to pick her up, promptly at three forty-five. They would have to speed to Laura's condo, fuck like bunnies, then speed back across the bridge in time for Jane to be there when her aunt came to pick her up. The only trouble was that speeding back across the bridge was rarely possible. The traffic across the bridge was never easy, especially on Friday night.

"Don't worry about it," Jane reassured Laura, sounding a lot like a woman of the world though she was still only seventeen. "I can take BART back. The El Cerrito Del Norte station is only three blocks from my house."

"My pulse is fluttering," Laura confessed to her over the phone, wondering if it were wise to let Jane in on this fact, to give her this power.

Jane giggled salaciously at the other end of the line. "I'm feeling just a little wet too, you nasty old lady. See you tomorrow."

Later that same day, while walking to a meeting and daydreaming of the pulse-hammering sexual thrills that awaited her tomorrow, Laura was shocked to pass Shontay's office and find it empty. Rhonda, who happened to be passing the same way only seconds behind Laura, saw the shock on her face.

"She left. Didn't you know?"

Laura shook her head slowly, trying to conceal whatever hints her face might be expressing that this loss was more than just the loss of a co-worker. "I... had no idea."

"Moved to France," Rhonda said. "Can you believe that? I thought she was happy here. I know a lot of people didn't like her. She was kind of cold, withdrawn, aloof. A little too tall and skinny for my tastes. Anyway, you know that big telecommunications company, Alcatel? They're trying to break into the U.S. market and need some smart Americans to help them. Turns out Shontay speaks perfect French. She went to that private French School here in the city while she was growing up. Fluent. They snapped her right up. Gave her a huge signing bonus, moved her to... is it Tours? Avignon? Some place like that."

Laura just shook her head in disbelief. It hadn't been more than three weeks since she and Shontay had been lying naked, toe to toe, under the sheets at the retreat, fucking and cooing, warm and intimate. She didn't even bother to tell me, she thought. I made her pant. I made her come. She had given up sex entirely before me.

She suddenly realized that Rhonda was staring at her. She wondered if her face were revealing what she was trying to conceal. Quickly, she smiled tightly and regained her composure. "Too bad," she said, in a clipped, businesslike voice. "I spoke with her a few times," she said, as they continued walking together toward the meeting. "She wasn't as cold and awful as everyone, especially Randi, said she was."

Rhonda raised an ironic eyebrow. "Do tell."

But for the rest of the day, and afterward too, Laura could not get over this sadness. True, with Shontay gone to live in France, her own life was a little less complicated. But for everything you gained, you lost a little something too.

Tomorrow, as Jane had mentioned, would be Friday. Laura and Sara had not planned to see one another until Saturday evening, and so a Friday evening romp with the scorching hot Jane would not be much of a risk. It was remarkable how easily Laura could get into the mood for fucking some firebrand out of the past like Jane. For days after Sara's return and their emotionally and sexually hot reunion, Laura had been dreamily mooning around about her, bathing in each exquisite emotion of love, in each tender nuance, reliving their sex, each twinge and moan. But the sound of Jane's sassy young voice on the phone was enough to inundate her with memories of a wanton fucking almost more searing than any she could have about anybody else.

There's no way I could turn my back on Jane, she realized. I love Sara, but Jane is, as Sara said herself, an old friend. Even though she's still only seventeen, Laura rolled her eyes up ruefully. Underage. But it seems like we've been fucking forever. Still, seventeen, Laura reflected. I could get thrown in jail. What if someone saw us? Coming in to my place, for instance. They could call the cops.

Laura worried a little about it, but she did not let that stop her from picking Jane up the next day at the appointed time. Jane was dressed in baggy black hip-hop clothes, like the rest of the kids on the streets, which did nothing for her spectacular figure. She was, however, wearing an oversized slouch hat with the bill twisted to the side, which was devastatingly sexy to Laura.

"God, you look good enough to eat," Laura said under her breath as Jane hopped into the car. "But those baggy clothes do nothing for your incredible body, my dear."

Jane beamed. "Same old Laura. You want to rip these baggy clothes right off me, don't you. Off my 'incredible body.' Right? Confess."

Laura quickly swung her car onto the freeway, in a hurry to get back to her place. "You like it when I compliment you," she smiled.

Jane gave her a droll, sexy grin. "I like it better when you rip 'em off, like I said."

Laura swallowed and tightened her grip on the steering wheel. "So..." she said, trying to make conversation, and also to lower the temperature inside the car a little, since it was about to boil over. She could feel stirrings and warm wetness between her thighs.

"So... your mother tells me you're already taking the SAT exams. Looking forward to college?"

Jane shrugged. "I took 'em. She made me take 'em. I think I did okay, but they are hard."

Laura nodded. "I remember." She sounded to herself like an old lady. I wonder if she thinks of me that way, Laura speculated. Like an old lady. A horny old lady, as she sometimes jokes. "She also tells me you are very involved with boys these days."

Jane snorted. "Shows how much she knows. She don't have a clue to what I do." She squint-smiled devilishly at Laura. "I got myself a girlfriend now. Her name is Maisie Franks, and she and I just fuck like two little squirrels every day after school. And Mama don't have a clue. She'd shit a big red brick if she knew. She think that dick is so hot, and yet she still running across the bridge to suck on your pretty little pink pussy, ain't she, Laura? Anyway, I just dumped that loser Donnell. Always fucking around behind your back. Think he the fucking king rooster. Fuck him. Me and Maisie really click, and boy do we have ourselves some fun. She ain't quite as pretty as you, Laura, or as experienced, shall we say? She white like you, by the way. Can't get no sisters to diddle with me, somehow. I tried. They all stuck up or too afraid. Anyway, Maisie ain't afraid, and she and I really get it on. Maybe you should meet her some time. We could all have a little fucking party. I know she wouldn't mind. She's kind of 'free, ' you know? Does whatever she wants to."

Laura's attempts to cool things down were having the opposite effect. Jane's little outburst got her pretty heated up.

"I'd love to meet her," she said, noncommittally, since right now she would not have shared Jane with anyone in the world and was eagerly looking forward to getting home as quickly as possible.

"You better slow down, Laura," Jane cautioned. "I got a ticket on this bridge in Mama's Jeep Cherokee, and she restricted me for a month. They watching you."

"I know. You're right," Laura said, easing up on the accelerator.

When Laura pulled into the parking lot outside her condo, Jane was dazzled. It was only mid-afternoon, but the long fingers of fog were already curling in over the treetops.

"Wow, you live in this great place," Jane said. "This is way better than where we lived before."

"Don't forget that's where I met you," Laura reminded her as she unlocked her door. "It couldn't have been all bad."

Jane frowned playfully. "It's where you met Mama, and that stinky Inky, too."

Laura frowned back, but not playfully. Jane had always been very mean about Charise.

"You still fucking her?" she asked Laura outright.

"That, my dear, is none of your business, is it."

"She still black as the oil in my Mama's car?"

Laura ignored this. "She had a baby."

"No shit." Jane acted stunned. "You gotta be kidding. Not ugly little Inky. She about the most ugmo little nigger I ever knew. Must be one ugly baby."

"Jane... please."

"Sorry. She got some dude to stick it in her, though. I'm amazed. Probably only did it to her once and got her prego. If that ain't the shits."

"It's so nice to see how sympathetic you are."

"Better her than me, that's all," Jane shrugged again, now taking off her slouch hat as she walked around Laura's condo, inspecting it. "This is cool."

"Want a soda pop or something?"

Jane made her way, inevitably, into the master bedroom, with Laura following. In the early days of their relationship, Jane had worn her hair in a style featuring long, ropey ringlets, very long, that hung and swished down the sides of her face, descending nearly to her shoulders. Laura's pussy would get hot and wet even from looking at them. Now she had changed it, however, into cascades of long curly strands, very much like the style Dee Dee wore, except without the dark bronze streaks. It was also very fetching in a more mature way, though Jane was no more than one and a half years older.

She wrinkled her nose at Laura. "You always have nasty stuff like root beer."

"I think I have cokes or something. Want me to check?"

Jane's dark eyes sparkled with mischief. "I want to know where your secret drawer is. The one where you keep the fun stuff."

There was now no way Laura could keep from grabbing her. She pulled Jane against her. "Kiss me, you little devil. God, I've missed you."

Jane kissed Laura back eagerly, sliding her wet tongue deep into Laura's mouth and grabbing Laura's ass. "Where's the drawer?" she gasped as they both came up briefly for air.

Laura was feeling a kind of smoking, steaming, urgent lust she had not felt for a while. Her recent sex with Shaniqua had been slow and seductive; with Sara, sensual and emotional, almost in slow motion; with Kendra, Jane's mother, supremely physical and athletic. But at this moment it was as if she were consumed by flames flaring and crackling inside her body. She had to have Jane immediately. No delay.

She felt the way she had sometimes felt in the beginnings, with Karen, or with Yvette, when they had barely been able to get inside the door before they began clawing and sucking and biting one another, ripping their clothes in the haste to get them off so they could fall on each other in a frenzy of squealing and fucking. She felt that way now with Jane, sucking her neck, biting her ear, whispering heatedly to her.

"I want you... god, I want you..."

Jane was panting too, and digging her fingers into Laura's back. Still, she giggled softly, very sexily, Laura thought, enjoying Laura's hot craving for her body. "You worse than Maisie," she panted. "You want it bad, Laura."

Jane decided that it would be fun to be a tease. She squirmed free of Laura's embrace. Laura pursued her, smiling. "Come here."

Jane backed toward the bed, looking around to gauge how far it was behind her. "No," she giggled. "Come and see if you can get it."

Laura caught up with her and tried to embrace her again, but Jane again squirmed free. This time, however, she was closer to the bed, and she fell backwards onto it.

"You're being a naughty girl," Laura teased her back. "I might have to spank you, if you don't watch out."

Jane, her body awkwardly lying across half of the bed, glowered up at her, but playfully. "You wouldn't dare."

Laura had only been playing up to now, but suddenly the thought of spanking Jane's incredible ass sent a fiery, quicksilver squirt of sexual excitement through her whole body. She had spanked a few others in the heat of sexual play. Randi, Taneesha, Deshona-all of them had beautiful bottoms, and just the pure aesthetics of it as well as the sexual stimulation of both Laura and her spankee had been devastatingly pleasurable.

But Jane had an ass designed by the gods as the paragon of all beautiful female posteriors. It was a miracle ass, a gorgeous bubble ass of perfect proportions and a purity of curve that was truly breathtaking. Jane was right, as she had earlier said, that Laura always wanted to kiss and stroke and lick and nibble it. And fuck it, Laura thought, with happy, exciting guilt.

She jumped directly onto the bed with Jane, grabbing her. They tussled together for several minutes, rolling around, pinching and tickling and laughing.

"You can't spank me," Jane laughed uncontrollably. "I'm a big girl. I'm a woman."

Laura managed to get a hand under the waistband of Jane's pants, plunging it down to her ass, which was still covered by the cotton of her panties. She squeezed one round gorgeous moon hard.

"You sure are," she panted and laughed at the same time. She could already smell the odor of sex. Whether it was rising up from her own pussy or Jane's or both of them, she couldn't tell, but she could smell it, ripe and hot. "And I can spank you if I want."

Jane suddenly grew solemn, her big dark brown eyes wide and innocent. "Oh god, Laura, that feels good."

Laura tried pinching her, but Jane's ass cheeks, as she had found on other occasions, were so firm and round that it was nearly impossible to get a small piece of flesh between your thumb and forefinger. Nevertheless, she managed a small pinch, and Jane's eyes widened even further.

"Ouch!"

Meanwhile, Laura was pulling down Jane's pants with her other hand, then with both. "I'm going to spank you on your bare ass," she hissed playfully, quickly pulling them down around Jane's knees, then going for her panties.

Jane pretended to resist, but Laura could tell her heart wasn't in it. She wildly enjoyed Laura's passion for her beautiful young body. Even though she scooted backward on the huge mattress, Laura was right on top of her again, tugging her panties down around her knees too.

"Oh... I'm going to spank you now," Laura warned, letting her eyes drink in the beauty of Jane's sleek, dark, naked flesh, which she had not seen for so long.

Jane's thighs were firm and black and shiny, and Laura could even glimpse the sparkly black hair of her patch between them, which of course aroused her even more. She was much darker than her mother, and darker skin always had an incendiary effect on Laura, making her want to lick it and stroke it and kiss it hungrily. She felt exactly that about Jane's thighs but had to put it aside for the present, since she had other things on her mind. Like Jane's beautiful ass.

"I am going to spank your pretty black ass until you scream," Laura threatened playfully, tussling with her again, trying to turn her over, which Jane was resisting.

"You better not try it," Jane panted, giggling and rolling away.

"I'm going to do it," Laura said, determinedly, realizing that she too was panting. "I'm going to spank you and fuck you."

Jane froze briefly, her eyes rolling up a little, her breath short. "God, Laura, I love the way you talk. It gets me so excited. Nobody talks to me like that but you."

Gnashing her teeth and grinning with feigned anger, Laura lunged toward her. "I'm finished talking, young lady."

Again Jane broke into laughter, enjoying the threats and the chase, but this time she let herself be caught easily. She looked coyly over her shoulder at Laura, who was already rubbing the flat of her hand across the incredible round black moons of Jane's ass.

"Don't you want me to be naked?" she asked, flirting shamelessly.

"God, yes."

Quickly, Laura helped Jane pull her baggy black shirt up over her head. Under it she was wearing a thin white chemise, and through it Laura could see the round, bulging circles of Jane's black nipples. Somehow this, to her, was almost sexier than seeing them exposed. The way the thin cloth showed and hid them both was wildly arousing.

Jane had a nearly perfect young body, glossy and hard and black, not coal black like her ex-friend (Laura's darling) Charise's (whom Jane herself had dubbed Inky) but still richly ebony and sleek, darker than her own mother's. She did not work out, like her mother, but she surely didn't have to yet. Her beautiful body had the springy, lean resilience of late adolescence as well as the deliciously curvaceous appeal of a young woman's body, with an absolutely unbelievable ass, young, upswept breasts that were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her torso, and hard, rippling abs that Laura would have died to rub her pussy against. Maybe I will, she thought. I would just dissolve in coming, if I did.

"You want me to take this off too?" Jane teased, lifting the bottom edge of the chemise a little with two fingers.

Laura nodded, feeling herself simply rage with lust for this girl. God, it's been too long! I have to have her. I always had to have her. That's why Kendra could never keep us apart, no matter how wrong it might be. "Please," she said in a hushed, clotted voice.

Jane began to pull it up slowly, enjoying Laura's slavish scrutiny, until one of her hard young breasts popped out, then the other. It was all Laura could take, and she quickly reached out to help, pulling the flimsy piece of cloth up hastily over Jane's head and tossing it back across her own shoulder.

"Watch out, Laura," Jane laughed. "You getting a little fast there."

Laura filled her hands with these springy dark globes, rubbing her thumbs across Jane's large, shiny black nipples. "I can't get enough of you."

Jane pouted, pulling back. "I thought you said you were going to spank me."

Laura sat up, realizing too that she was spoiling the game, deviating from the plan. "I am," she said, suddenly stiffening with mock anger. "Lie down, young lady."

Jane tilted her head to the side, her eyes sparkling, laughing again. "Make me."

Obligingly, Laura pushed her down onto the mattress on her stomach and quickly raised her hand. "Now this is to teach you to behave when you come over to my place," she half-giggled, staring down at the incredible dark grapefruits of Jane's gleaming ass cheeks, which seemed even harder and rounder than usual since Jane was clenching them in anticipation of the first blow.

Laura was torn between the urge to fall on Jane's ass with her mouth and hands and completely love-maul it, or the urge to spank her excitingly, as Jane was obviously expecting. She could feel her own wet cunt throbbing and spiking with little hot arrows of fierce desire. She took a deep breath. Well, might as well give her what she wants, she thought.

She raised her hand farther up, above her head, then dropped it fast, giving Jane's naked bottom a fierce whack on both cheeks with the flat of her palm, though the palm itself caught one cheek more fully than the other. It made a loud slapping sound, and Jane squealed.

"Aiieeeee!"

Laura lifted her hand and thwacked her again, hard, this time letting her palm smack directly into the round black moon she had half-missed the first time.

"Aiieeee!" Jane squealed again, her body jumping a little. She looked back over her shoulder at Laura, her eyes watering. "Laura, you shit, that hurts!"

"Mmmm, it's going to hurt even more," Laura hissed, trying to make the menace in her voice even hotter, more threatening.

In truth, she had no desire to really hurt Jane, but she could feel, as she knew Jane could, the sexual heat and frenzy ratcheting up sharply. Even though it hurt a little, she knew Jane was deriving a great sexual thrill from it, and the faster Laura spanked her, as she now began to do, the more Jane squirmed and moaned and squealed with happy excitement.

"Ohhnnnn... ohnnnnnn!" she moaned, twisting, making her glossy dark body even more alluring to Laura. "Oh god... aiieeeee! Laura... ungghhhh! Stop! Ahhnnggg! Oh shit! Oh god... you doing it too hard, Laura! Aiieee!"

For a few seconds Laura had unleashed a fury of short, hard whacks against Jane's luscious, swelling ass cheeks, smacking them so hard that her own hand began to hurt. But now she had slackened the pace a little, pausing between each hard slap to let her palm cup and caress the fantastic moons, before lifting her arm again and delivering another sharp whack. Still, she knew Jane was becoming very aroused because she unconsciously spread her thighs a little, and Laura could see the glistening, wet, red seam of her blossoming pussy just below the hard, high, taut melons of her ass.

She could also smell it, smell them both. Again, the sharp, thick, pungent odor of wildly aroused pussy penetrated her nostrils, and sent her own hot blood surging through her tense body. She knew that if Jane had white skin instead of black, her round buns would be glowing red by now, so fiercely had Laura spanked them. Jane was cooing and gurgling into the sheet, while Laura was more and more unable to resist the urge to touch these splendid round hard moons with her lips.

"Ohhnnnnn... oh Laura! Ohhnnnnn... oh Laura!" Jane gasped, looking up at Laura now with pure sex, pure need to be fucked and hard, in her eyes.

Laura dropped her hand between Jane's buns, into the dark, inviting crevice, slithering her long middle finger between them and tickling Jane's rectum before plunging her whole hand lower and thrusting her fingers into the wet soupy hair-tangled mess of her melting pussy. Jane immediately began gyrating her bottom back into Laura's wrist, pushing her flooding pussy back into Laura's fingers.

"Oh god, Laura, yes! Oh god, Laura, yes!" she panted in a sort of demented chant, gulping and swirling her ass, groaning as Laura began to fuck her pussy faster from behind with her hand.

There were a thousand things Laura wanted to do. Apart from wanting to eat Jane alive, to merge passionately with her, to ingest her and devour her and consume her and erupt in a blazing fury of mushroom cloud orgasms, she also wanted to fuck her, really fuck her, with the strap-on, in every delicious orifice available, an all-consuming, deliriously energetic fuck that would leave them both simply devastated and destroyed. And she knew Jane, having expressed her usual interest in whatever ingenious toys Laura might have on hand, wanted it too. She might be young, Laura thought, but she was still almost too hot to touch when it came to sexual adventurism. God, that Maisie is one lucky girl, getting to have this bundle of dynamite in bed every day after school.

She also wanted now to bend down and lick and suck and bite these beautiful round dark moons she had been spanking, while continuing to fuck Jane's soupy, throbbing pussy with her hand. But Jane would come. Laura knew she would come. She had fucked Jane many times and knew the signs. Already her sleek young flesh was quivering uncontrollably, and she was cawing and whimpering and almost growling in the grip of fierce sexual need.

I don't want her to come yet, Laura thought. They had a very limited time to share, and Laura wanted to extract every last ounce of sexual pleasure for both of them from it. I want to fuck her and fuck her and not let her come until I'm finished fucking her.

But Jane was taking care of this by herself. She was keening and flexing and mewling, and Laura knew she was going to have a powerful orgasm in just seconds.

"Unngghh... oh Laura... yes!" she kept panting. "Unngghh... oh Laura... yes!"

Giving in to her urge, Laura fell on Jane's beautiful gleaming black buttocks with her mouth and the fingers of her free hand, caressing them as well as sucking them and biting them in a frenzy of sexual passion, pulling them apart, stabbing her tongue into the dark, moist crack between them, wriggling it deep until the tip of her tongue found Jane's little wrinkled rosebud. At this touch, Jane's body leaped slightly upward, and she whinnied softly.

"Ohhnnyyaiiee!"

But Laura was in control, still fucking Jane's oily, slippery pussy with the fingers of her other hand so hard that Jane could not bear to pull away from it. She was groaning in a guttural, demented way, and swirling her fantastic ass back into Laura's face. Laura removed her wet fingers from Jane's frothing pussy just long enough to pry open her taut buns and thrust her tongue into the tight little ring of Jane's rectum, burrowing it in as far as she could.

Jane's head was caught in mid-swivel as she tried to look back over her shoulder at Laura. Instead, she was instantly crushed by a horrific climax. Laura saw an expression of sharp, exquisite pleasure pass over Jane's face, which was momentarily paralyzed in the clutch of fierce sensations. Then she saw no more because she again burrowed her tongue deep into Jane's rectum, rubbing Jane's wet pussy rapidly with her fingers and feeling her whole body erupt in clenching spasms as a loud, explosive cry of rapture escaped her throat.

"Auunggghh!" Jane roared. "AUUNGGHHH!"

She burrowed her face into the sheet, shimmying her gorgeous, tight round ass back and up into Laura's face, gurgling and groaning and shuddering as several huge orgasmic waves shook her taut body. Laura kept tongue-fucking her anus as heatedly as ever through this firestorm of coming, until Jane was merely quivering and moaning and whimpering, a total wreck, though her body had slowed it's furious convulsions.

"Ohhhhnnnnn... oh shit... Laura... oh shit you're killing me," Jane gasped, now having regained enough strength to lift her head and glance back over her shoulder.

By now Laura was not fucking the tiny, snug aperture with her tongue so much as licking and probing it tenderly, while her greasy fingers in Jane's pussy were caressing the gooey furrow with soft affection. She lifted her face out of the crack between Jane's lovely dark buns, smiling at her.

"You were too quick," she smiled. "I wanted to go on doing this."

She leaned her face forward and gently nipped another large, hard piece of Jane's buttock, holding it between her teeth and waggling her head like a dog.