The feel of her fingers on my pussy, separated only by the thin layer of my cotton panties (now quite damp and clinging), was unbelievably exhilarating. I hung the black dress on one of the hooks provided on the wall – both of us knowing that it had nothing to do with why we were there. Indian sex ‘Nearly all of the lesbians in this town pass through our hands, at some point or other,’ said the uniformed guard with evident satisfaction. My own hands were splayed out against the wall on either side of me, partly to steady myself lest the fireworks exploding in my body and brain should cause me to faint, and partly to brace myself and push my pelvis outwards so that the blonde woman could get at more of my pussy. Her mid-brown hair fell from a centre parting in a straight cut that was attractively shaped to frame her face, longer at the front of her neck than at the back.
