”“Oh the feeling is mutual baby.” She giggled as she climbed onto the bed and cuddled into his arms for fresh deep kissing. They laid there for ...t least a half an hour, just slowly caressing each other and swapping tongue, when Marsha finally broke the silence.“Bob, I have been wanting to tell you something since we parted back in Mexico.”“More than what your body just told me?” Bob replied as he clutched and massaged one of her ass cheeks.”“Pig. Of course, your body was part of it. I have not. ..or else! People said we made a good couple and--I would have to say on our own behalf--that, in truth, we were both of average looks. During the course of the first few weeks of our relationship I had seen her tits (36 C with nice nibbleable and suckable nipples when they got hard) and had massaged her clit. Man! Could she get gooey quick! She had stroked my cock through my pants and eventually told me she HAD to see it. Her curiosity was driving her crazy. Up until this point, I would. If you wouldn't mind, I'd love to suck you off again right now". He turned towards me as his dick started to get harder. It was kind of surreal that his genitals looked so lewd just hanging there in my living room...and just a foot or so from my face. He said, "I would love it if you sucked me again. It felt so good". I threw a cushion on the floor and knelt in front of him. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started caressing his beautiful balls again. I sucked him for maybe 10 minutes. I. Although the concept of sex between two women was still alien to me I still had fantasies of us in bed together naked. The discovery of masturbation was a milestone in my life and physcalized my fantasies. As I lay in bed rubbing my pussy I dreamed of the woman currently the focus of my fantasies. Sometimes they wre friends whom I dare never expose my feelings to. I'd heard the word dike and knew that it was used in a negative way. So the fear of being outcast was always a weight on my mind.