<strong>Guinevera Starr | Day 2</strong><br/><br/>The two women continued their loving kiss and gentle touches as if they were a long separated couple meeting for the first time in many years. It was that passionate, longing for the slightest touch and holding onto the feeling for as long as possible. Guinevera's hand down under had moved deeper, her forearm raising the denim off of Cameron's waist. Her three middle fingers moved over the familiar folds of a woman, warm and soft to the touch. It was like a button, every pressing upon the tender flesh had caused the whole pelvis to move forward, making the pressure increase. Guinevera had only planned to tease, but Cameron was just making it harder on herself. The Madame withdrew her hand as Cameron broke the lips, tasting whatever was left of Guinevera off her lips.<br/><br/>The girl's hand move to remove the petticoat off the Madame, with Guinevera standing briefly to let the petticoat slip off her body and letting her appointment lay the garment aside. She knew the girl's eyes were observing the curves of Guinevera and her hands were already on the move to trace the sides of Guinevera, caressing the soft skin underneath her shoulders. The hands moved to her breasts, Cameron's thumbs sliding along the hardening nipples. Every touch was a contribution to the building pressure with Guinevera, a pressure that would sooner or later blow its top. The teasing led to another, yet brief kiss, since with Guinevera now in the nude, the next up for undressing was Cameron.<br/><br/>Guinevera's hand had reached over to the woman again, lightly brushing against any exposed flesh to keep Cameron occupied with the subtleties of a single finger's caressing. Guinevera moved behind Cameron, her chest upon her back and the front of her pelvis behind Cameron's ass. Pulling Cameron towards her body, Guinevera went to work, firstly unfastening the brassiere, freeing the bouncy breasts from their uplifting bondage. The hands although did not linger there like Cameron's had been, but immediately traced curving lines down the woman's body to the waist of the denims she wore. Slowly, with the patience of a tortoise, Guinevera unbuttoned the jeans and parted the waist. With both hands, Guinevera dove under the firm fabric and found the warmth once again, this time with their purpose of further teasing Cameron into the first climax of the afternoon. With thumb waiting in the bush above Cameron's cavern, the index and middle fingers of both hands began to pinch, scratch and stretch the exterior folds of her flesh.