My mum would kill me if I was late for my dad’s birthday party. I could just hear her clipped tones. ‘Your brother and sisters managed to be on ti...e. If I’d meant 8.30pm, I’d have said 8.30pm.’I sighed. Families. You couldn’t pick ‘em. My brother and two sisters weren’t lez-bee-ahns. That was the way she said it, like it was a wholly unfamiliar word. Careful pronunciation needed in case of offense. She’d repeated it like that when I’d told her. ‘You’re a lez-bee-ahn?' Her mouth had frozen on. She one day asked if I would like to go further with our exchanges and I soon discovered what she meant when she started to talk very softly in a very sexual way, her telling me what she was doing and asking me if I would ‘squeeze him.’ Again everything I would never ever have thought of doing over a phone link went out of the window and what we were doing , sharing each others aspirations, those things that are deeply intimate seemed not to be filthy but somehow beautiful as we just simply. Having been self-employed all my career, I was not interested in being assigned silly chores or attending large mandatory meetings. I managed to maneuver myself onto a small [3 women, me, and another guy] subcommittee that was set up to work mainly independent of the large group. It was in this small group that I got to really know Nedra. Nedra is in her mid 50s. She and her husband own a successful business and they both circulate prominently in local circles, so we were casually known to each. "But I think I prefer you in that towel." She slid in next to me and crossed her gorgeous legs. I couldn't help taking a peek. There was a stirring in my pants.' Damn, I'm in trouble', I thought to myself. She noticed me glancing at her body. Ivy's seduction was just getting started. "What do you think of my outfit? " she inquired, standing up and turning around so I could see every bit of her luscious, young body. I must admit, she had an amazing figure. Her ass was perfect. Even better than.