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Goddess.”

“That would be a delight. My husband has never thought of me as a Goddess.”

The naked Abigail crawled under the blankets while Gladys modestly undressed and joined her.

As I said, both were new at this but soon hands and lips and tongues were engaged. “Gladys, please allow my lips to enjoy the treasure I’m sure you hold between your legs.” At the moment Abigail’s fingers were caressing Glady’s pubic hair.

“That is something those lewd sonnets alluded to, but not something that my husband ever offered. Abigail, I like treasure but doesn’t honeypot sound more romantic?”

Abigail Andress laughed, “oh Gladys, honeypot sounds so delicious.”

She kissed her friend’s breasts; spent a lot of time using her tongue on Gladys’ nipples. “Please, Abigail, I hope you’re not teasing me.” She pushed her head down. “Enjoy my honeypot, Abigail.”

It is difficult to say who enjoyed their interaction more. “Gladys,” Abigail mumbled, “you indeed do have a honeypot. Your treasure is delicious.”

“Abigail, it is you who are a Goddess. Your tongue is heavenly. Ooooooh, ooooooh, oooooh Abigail. Oooooooh, ooooooooooh, my husband never made me feel like you’re making me feel.” Gladys’ hips and ass were moving like they’d never moved for her husband. Of course, her husband’s tongue had never been where Abigail’s was.

““Ooooooh, ooooooh, oooooh Abigail. Oooooooh, ooooooooooh, ooooooooooooh, Abigail. Please, keep doing whatever it is you’re doing to me.”

“Gladys, I love the taste of your honeypot.” Her tongue caressed her clitoris again. “Can I interest you in tasting my treasure?”

“Yes, oh yes, Abigail. I want to make you feel like I feel, but not just yet. Oooooooooh, your tongue, Abigail, your tongue.”

It was twenty minutes later that Gladys reciprocated. “Abigail, like you, I’ve never done this before. Bear with me.”

“Gladys, my honeypot is slippery from your deliciousness. Lick up my juices.”

“Abigail, I want you to be my Goddess and I shall be your servant. Tell me how I should please you.”

It was the beginning of a new life for Mrs. Abigail Andress and Mrs. Gladys Wortham and their friends in the Boston Women’s Reading Society.

TO BE CONTINUED

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