..I looked almost...hot!However, you could still tell something was off. If you looked hard enough, you could definitely tell something was amiss, but...it wasn't obvious by any means. My Ex had done a marvelous job."What can I say?" she said sweetly. "Now, get finished dressing up and we'll head over to my place!"Without messing up the make-up, I finished dressing in the maid uniform my Ex had provided. I slid my apartment key off my usual key ring and put it in the waistband of my pantyhose,. We fell together, an interplay of dark and light limbs, and she laughed out loud. “Oh, you fool! You are going to hurt yourself one of these days! Here, get your knee out of my ribs, and get your self around!”I untangled as ordered, finding myself nose to nose with her brown eyes, my pale cheek against hers. Her breasts rose and fell beneath me, her nipples hardening. I kissed her, then, first a feather touch lip to lip, then another, then a nip of her lower lip. I withdrew, and she darted in. “I’ve got three ‘literary’ manuscripts sitting on a shelf. Much better stuff, really, but I could never get anyone to read it. So an agent at one of these writing conferences says to me, rather pointedly, ‘Jesus, Mark, you’re a criminal law professor at UNLV – write a goddamn Vegas crime story. I might read that!’ So I did, and he did. I still can’t get anyone to read my good stuff, though. ‘Write another crime thriller,’ they say.” “Maybe I could get someone to take a look at your good stuff.”. “Sask, make him stay,” Jess begs her friend. “I’m so fucking horny right now!”Sask sighs and rolls her eyes. “Okay, just wait a minute, Luke. Watch this.”She leans over to Jess and proceeds to engage her friend in one of the deepest, wettest, hottest lesbian kisses you’ve ever witnessed. As their tongues wrestle, Sask’s hand slides up Jess’s thigh, bunching up her skirt and revealing that her nylons are lace-topped stockings held up by a suspender belt. As Sask’s hand slides higher, Jess draws.