“Yes?” I looked at her again. “I’m a lesbian too” she said, looking away. *****************************************************************...***************************************My face must have gone blank, and white as a ghost, she was still looking away from me. I knew shed feel uncomfortable telling someone she’s only known for a short time something this intimate and personal about her, but underneath my surprise and shock, I was happy. I kneeled on her bed, with one knee, one foot still. He liked to pretend the marriage never happened. It was an embarrassment and source of humiliation that he’d failed at something in his life. He blamed a strange combination of events, which caused what must have been temporary insanity (no other way to explain it), resulting in the marriage. He thanked his lucky stars it hadn’t lasted very long and produced no children. He considered himself a good lover. He tried his best to please his Collette. True enough things weren’t exactly as hot as. The dirtier you talk and the more you remind me that you own me and I will do as you please you fuck me harder and harder. Your cock never losing it size because of the cock ring you push in so deep and hard that in an instant you feel my pussy swell and push against you, you pull your cock out and watch as my juices squirt out, covering your groin and cock. You tell me that I am such a good slave, but you aren’t done. You are going to fuck me until you cum. You untie my other ankle and pull my. That she wanted that opportunity to discover, with me, for herself.Who was I to deprive her of that? But I had to be sure she was fully aware of what she was asking and that it could develop into something more serious. She said she felt comfortable with me and trusted me implicitly. She wanted to have sex with me because seemed right and that she fancied me. She wanted at last to share her wildest dreams with a guy she adored. The very first time we actually started to get together was sheer.