” Tanya said, suddenly saddened with the memory of her lost childhood friend. “That butcher deserved what he got. I hope it took him a long time t... die.”The sound of the engine and the tires on the desert highway filled the silence between them for the next half-hour as they sped through the night, Tanya quietly watching the view through the rear window as she sat, still twisted around with her chin resting on the back of her seat, her eyes seemingly half closed.“Frank,” Tanya murmured quietly,. It was my cue to do the same to Anna, who was responsive to my fingers down her panties and hungrily kissed me with her tongue. Licking the inside of my lips in circular motion to suggest to me what she wanted me to do to her pussy lips. Or, at least, that is what I thought it meant. She led me upstairs and I fingered her as we slowly went up, enjoying every rise in the stairs - discovering my the third or fourth stair that she was nice and hairy and wet. So this was it, I thought. I'd be. Over a few too many drinks one night we realized that we were both bisexual and we were also quick to admit that we were attracted to one another. One thing led to another and for the last five years, Kathy and I have been lovers. We both have our own lives, me and my husband and she and her boyfriends, but we get together, just the two of us, every once in a while and have so much fun. Jeannie is Kathy’s only c***d. She was an impish little tomboy just turned thirteen when I first met her. She. There was never enough money to go round, and a weekly allowance was out of the question. Not that I complained much. I loved my mom and my sister, and our family was a good place to grow up. So when the need for money turned up, a ticket to a movie, a fancy add-on for my bike, or whatever, I got myself a job every afternoon. 'Office messenger boy' I believe was the correct name for it, and it was at a local, medium sized toy factory. I was to hang out around Mrs. Jones' office, and be on alert.