Memories of dark olive skin, the taste of salt upon her tongue, whispered across Makae's mind. Memories she had long tried to bury that slithered upwards now, to mask the horror of what was to follow. Safina's welcoming smile, the press of her lips, even the curves of her breasts beneath Makae's tongue. They all came upwards again while Rochelle worked.
Rochelle's hands slid downwards, rubbing against Makae's chest. Neither woman said a word, and Makae lingered in the sensations of the present as she remembered the pleasures of the past. She knew it was not Safina's hands upon her skin now, but could not forget their stolen moments. Fingers thrusting inside each other, tongues pressing deep between each other's thighs.
Head leaned back again, Makae let out another soft moan as Rochelle's
