A small part of Zora’s mind considered the outcome of Mrs. Montgomery coming home and finding her entwined with her granddaughter. The feel of Sarah’s lips against her seemed to trump her concern.
Sarah’s weight felt good on top of Zora and the press of her breasts against Zora thrilled her. Without a conscious thought, her hands began exploring the geography of Sarah’s posterior. The rough denim beneath her fingers didn’t diminish her appreciation of the roundness underneath.
Using her free hands, Zora cupped Sarah’s ass as Sarah rotated her hips on top of Zora. Ordinarily, dry humping did nothing for Zora. To her, it was like eating a rice cake instead of cheesecake. Not content to let Sarah be the sole provider of stimulation, Zora attempted to insert her fingers up underneath the leg of Sarah’s shorts but the line of denim defense was too tight. Sensing Zora’s discomfort, Sarah ceased her kissing.