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Then, as naked as the day she was born, she straddled Trish, not actually sitting on her face but holding herself just above it, well within the reach of a lascivious tongue. And the idea of two women making out together had never occurred to him. His experience of sex exclusively catered for masculine preferences. Now it was her mind that needed the coaching, not her body.