'91 was a year of discovery for these lesbians, their amateur hands learning the curves of each other's bodies. They start slow, fingers dancing along smooth pussies, but soon they're feverish, their tongues lapping at each other's wet folds, lost in the taste and heat of their newfound love. Their moans fill the room, a symphony of lesbian lust that only ends when they collapse, spent and satisfied, in each other's arms.