Emma Ch 11
XI Charlotte’s life was now spent on a cloud. Each day drifted by in a euphoric haze, waiting for the evening in which she’d either make love with Josephine or sleep with Emma. This was paradise: the two women she loved being so close. She could concentrate on Josephine and her beautiful body, her wonderful jokes and the lovely way her tongue lingered over her clitoris. Or she could fix on Emma who despite never letting Charlotte touch her groin nowadays allowed much more license than before....