So, you really believe that good sex requires a penis?

Said Liz, looking skeptically at her neighbor, Jasmine.

Jasmine was younger than she was. Weren't younger people supposed to be more

open-minded? Jasmine's curly, dark hair framed her face. I just don't see how two women can have

satisfying proper sex. Liz sipped the last of her wine.

Jasmine had come over that evening for dinner and drinks,

and they were now on her couch,

splayed out as some trashy reality show played on Netflix.

What? Are you going to teach me or something?

Snickered Jasmine, looking teasingly at the older woman. Liz blushed,

well, do you want me to teach you?' The response caught Jasmine off guard.

She barely had time to put her empty wineglass on the coffee table

before Liz's lips were on hers.

Jasmine moaned against the kiss.

She'd made out with a couple of women in college,

but never with someone in their 50s like Liz,

and never this intensely.

Liz pulled her shirt off over her head, noticing the way Jasmine's eyes wandered to her cleavage.

Jasmine hesitated only for a minute, before unhooking Liz's bra, letting her large breasts spill out. Let's go to the bedroom, said Liz breathlessly, helping Jasmine upright. When they were upstairs and standing besides Liz's

bed, Liz tore into Jasmine's clothes. She pulled her sweater off over her head, exposing Jasmine's

small, perky breasts.

Jasmine's breath caught in her throat as Liz's hands squeezed her breasts, running her fingers

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