"Yeah, erm, I didn't really mean for you to see that. Sorry," she replied. "It's fine. I just had no idea that you were into that kind of stuff." "I'm...bisexual, but please don't tell my friends. They'll never look at me the same again." Her eyes began to fill with tears. I put my arm around her. "I'm sure they will. I still look at you as the same hottie that you were before." Shit, did I actually just say that? She just giggled. Then she looked up at me with her huge brown eyes that sparkled,. She too had her blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, exposing her sexy slim neck. She wore a short denim skirt and a tank top, and I could clearly tell that she wore no bra either. She moved from the living area where she placed her bag on the floor and made her way to the kitchen. “Where is your corkscrew?” she asked while pulling open drawers. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and stopped right behind her, because she had finally found her what she was looking for. She turned around and. Twenty odd years later by the power of Facebook they got in touch again and hit it off big time even talk of moving in together so things were on the up and with age comes more daring sex, oh you name it and it was done there was so much catching up to do. So the night started with Carole sending me (Mandy) a text saying "do not be late tonight" I text back asking "why?" No response anyway I returned home earlier than normal to find Carole dressed to the nines I mean she looked stunning, she. I watch you undress hardly able to control my excitement at seeing you disrobe in front of me. I can feel my juices running down my pussy and soaking the bed beneath me. You walk over and grab me, lying down on the bed holding me. I am trembling, crying. You hold me, shushing me, soothing me like a child. I’ve missed you so much. I cannot control my hunger any longer and begin kissing you, hoping you don’t mind. You don’t, you kiss me back. I quickly work my way down to your.