Backstage for May 2011

The month’s final rush is here, and the girls have the whole house again. I spot a naked pair every time I turn a corner—young, laughing, chain-smoking, bouncing on mattresses, or tangled together on the rug, mouths slick and busy. I don’t mind the noise. They are beautiful and shameless, lithe bodies sliding skin-on-skin without a trace of guilt. Our lez cuties, exactly as we like them.