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made very strange noises.
    Her stomach twisted. After last night, she just didn’t want to think about one of the cats in pain. It couldn’t be Noelle, because the sound was coming from the clinic rather than the leopard’s enclosure.
    The noise filtered through the evening air again. The hair on the back of her neck prickled.
    Not wanting to distract José, she looked through the window that comprised the upper half of the metal door to the clinic building. She gasped. It was neither a cat she was hearing, nor the sound of pain.
    The moans of pleasure were coming from Mel. Felicia’s cunt spasmed in empathy. She’d be making the same noises, too, if José’s face was buried between her thighs.
    Mel half-sat, half-lay on the very examining table Felicia had been thinking naughty thoughts about the day before, one foot propped on the table to give José maximum access. Her head lolled back, and she pinched her own nipple with her free hand. She had small firm breasts, with blushing nipples that made Felicia’s mouth water.
    And then, of course, there was José. Already prepared, he was naked on the metal examining stool, his slender, tanned legs braced to keep the chair from rolling away. Felicia’s mouth watered more at the sight of his cock. Long and uncut, it looked like it had in her fantasies.
    Her mind flashed to the night before. She’d used thoughts of both José and Mel to help her come. She hadn’t known they were an item, and wondered how long they’d been acting out part of her daydreams.
    She felt a fresh wave of moisture dampen her panties. Her clit ached. She wanted a mouth on it, a tongue flicking across it.
    Annoyingly, it was Gabe’s face that flitted across her mind. She had to get him out of her system. José and Mel were her friends…
    Before she had time to think the idea through and come up with reasons against it, she pushed the door open.

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    Mel heard her first, and froze, her almond eyes doing that deer-in-headlights thing. It took José longer to realise something had changed, probably because he was so intent on his task (definitely something to be commended), and because his hearing was somewhat muffled by Mel’s luscious thighs.
    Finally, he looked up (no doubt noticing that Mel had stopped responding), his face glistening with Mel’s juices and his dark eyes just as wide.
    Busted.
    ‘Don’t stop on my account,’ Felicia said. ‘I hope you don’t mind me watching.’
    Neither spoke, still lust fogged and surprised. Felicia bent over and flicked her tongue against José’s chin, tasting Mel’s sweetness.
    ‘OK,’ she amended. ‘I hope you don’t mind me joining in.’
    By the time she’d kicked off her heels and peeled out of the silk shell, the other two had gotten the message. When she leant in and kissed Mel full on the mouth, José resumed his ministrations between the handler’s thighs. Felicia felt Mel jolt as his tongue collided with her clit. Her own clit throbbed in sympathy.
    Mel’s lips were soft and pliant. It had been a long time since Felicia had kissed another woman. It took a special woman to spark her interest. Mel had done so from the first time Felicia had met her.
    She was short and sturdy, her womanly curves hidden beneath jeans and work shirts. But her small breasts pressed against those shirts appealingly, and her lower lip pouted out in such an enticing way that Felicia longed to nibble on it while she ran her hands through Mel’s short, flippy blue-black hair and pull the other woman closer, harder, into a kiss.
    Felicia threaded her hands into Mel’s hair and turned her fantasy into a reality. Mel moaned against her mouth, her tongue flicking out to meet Felicia’s. A small, pointed tongue. Felicia’s clit fluttered again. Now she wasn’t sure if she wanted to feel José or Mel against her cunt.
    Maybe one, then the other.
    Sharing was good. She’d learnt that in kindergarten.
    Then Mel’s concentration faltered, randomly kissing rather