She asked if I liked it and if I would like to meet up again, I jumped at the chance as Andy had aroused my curiousity in my bisexual side. Jane asked...if I was free at the weekend to which I replied yes, so it was arranged that I would be at their house for around 9pm on the Saturday evening. Saturday seemed to take ages to come around and my mind was in overdrive as to what it could bring, but eventually the time came and I arrived at Jane and Andy's at five past ten (it's fashionable to be. Leave a message detailing your kinks/character names & desired situations and I’ll get back to you. No Under 18 stuff, it’s ridiculous but in Britain you can apparently be punished for fictional thought crimes. Orwell was right!)Part 2A few more hours pass, it is difficult to tell how long; the endorphins from my encounter with Julie are cashing in their cheques and I feel sleepy, wonderfully satisfied and sissified. I think about curling up in Julie’s arms and feeding on her breasts, just like. I licked my fingers with delight as I looked down at them, savoring their taste. LaShonda was a little sweet, and LaVonda was a little bitter, but other than that they tasted the same. They gazed up at me with a mixture of arousal and fear, crossing their legs and covering their breasts in the first display of modesty that I had ever seen from either of them.But I wasn’t done with them yet.The smoldering embers of lesbianism that Becky Finklestein had kindled had erupted into an inferno of. She felt weak and achy all over, as though she had just recovered from a bad bout of pneumonia. Someone was holding her hand, and when she noticed who, her pussy began to leak and her face turned bright red. It was Mikelis, her childhood friend who was four years older and had always treated her like a younger sister. Mikelis was from Latvia. She had the biggest crush on him for as long as she could remember. He was tall with slender muscles and long well-kept brown hair, which tempted people.