The heated embrace and the thigh so bluntly pressed against  her groin made Julia forget all hesitation and dive in head first. She matched Sara's grinding and kneaded her breast firmly with one hand while the other roamed her back and bottom. The kiss was hungry and greedy, their tongues dancing to a rhythm they shared along with soft sway to the music playing in the background.<br/><br/>Before she knew it, Julia had backed up to the couch and was pulling Sara with her down on it. Her fingers slipped under the hem of her dress and followed her smooth thigh up to the hip and then feathered down to her groin. She took a ragged breath and rose up to her knees and quickly pulled her own jeans down, sat down and dragged them down to her ankles and finally scooped them away before turning back to Sara.<br/><br/>She grinned and kissed her abdomen over to her hip and her hand roamed her side and then found the stiff little nipple. She rolled it between her fingers and tugged gently, and then kneaded the breast softly as her lips traced a path from hip to inner thigh.