”Didn’t take a lot of thought, “Pretty Woman?”“Yup.”I inhaled deeply, which didn’t help. She smelled so good, so fresh, so clean, so fem...le... “They both had happy endings. I’m going to need to work this out some more, but at first pass, I hope, I think maybe ... just maybe, we can do this. I’ve known you for just five weeks, yet already I know I’d miss you so much if you weren’t in my life any more.”That earned me a tight hug and a passionate kiss on the lips. “Oh god, I do hope so!”I backed. She began to thrust with a fervent intensity meeting my thrusts somewhere near the middle. Her pussy clutched at my fingers with every movement gripping and releasing. When she began riding harder I knew she was cumming, I pulled her head down to mine causing our mouths to crush together. When she came, she came, all over my jeans and the hem of my button down, what hadn't' gotten all over us was now running down the inside of her thighs. She collapsed, sobbing "fuck, fuck." We stayed like. Both fighters were about the same height and weight. They clasped each other in a bear hug and resumed their hot kissing, the cunt rubbing increasing in rhythm. The dildoe was not moving much but the hips were and large erect clits were touching, sword fighting, flattening each other. The fight increased in tempo as both lesbians were getting near an orgasm. The one having her pleasure first, was the loser. Both were well aware of the rules of a sexfight. The niceties were over and the fight. I mean, we are in our training class together (more about that later) and then we go to rehearsals for A Chorus Line together. When all that is over we go to see her Great-Aunt Louise to pick up John. That almost always turns into a lesson on manners and deportment. Plus we still have Tai Chi with Chin-pa in the mornings and our usual dance lessons. Erica has got me practicing ballet a bit. I hate ballet, but she pointed out that it does help improve posture and grace. I get her back by.