A nest of lesbians

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Moving was always a drag, but Elspeth Wright didn't mind it so much this time. After some four months in a shabby furnished room, the new apartment seemed like sheer luxury. It was pretty luxurious by any standard, in fact, and she couldn't help but count her blessings. What luck! A chance meeting, an invitation, an offer to share – and now all of a sudden she had a half-interest in this high-rise heaven…

"Guess that about does it," Joan said.

"All unpacked and shipshape. Thanks for your help." With a mock sigh of relief, Elspeth kicked her shoes off and flopped upon one of the twin beds. "Oooh, I'm exhausted."

"I worked up a little sweat myself. I'd better grab a quick shower." Joan began plucking at buttons and zippers.

"A shower sounds fine. Later for me, though, right now I'm too tired to wiggle my ass. You'll just have to suffer while I go on smelling like an old gym sock."

Joan giggled and continued undressing. Elspeth stirred just enough to light a cigarette and then sank back lazily, peeking out of the corner of her eye. It was simple curiosity, nothing more, she merely wanted to see what her new roomie looked like – just in case. In case Joan got the urge to share their men as well as their apartment. Not that Elspeth had any worries on that score, oh no, her own willowy but well-endowed body pretty much defied competition.

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