The house on the other side of us in the circular street was a pair of obvious lesbians with their pretty little tongues tucked neatly inside their pe...fectly made-up lips like tigers poised for action of the female on female variety. I wondered how well they got along with Monica because she looked like the perfect playmate for the younger women agile enough to run circles around her in almost any position. I had enough problems that I didn’t need such thoughts running through my head.I gave. Ze zag er adembenemend uit.Mooie witte bloes, lange rok tot aan haar enkels en ze had hoge hakken aan.Kom binnen en ga zitten. Wil je koffie. Ja graag zei ik. Ze maakte koffie en kwam terug en zet de koffie op de tafel. Toen ze ging zitten zag ik dat ze een hoge split in haar rok had. De rok viel over de helft van haar dijen af. Ze had mooie zwart glimmende panty aan. Ik kreeg een rood hoofd en begon te zweten, ze moest het gezien hebben maar zei niets. Lief dat je oude Tante weer eens komt. Mr. Baldwin became a choreographer. He announces, without asking me, that they are going to double-penetrate me and the couch gives them the room for it. He doesn’t ask me for two reasons. The first is the biggest: after the time I have been with him, he fully accepts I will do whatever he wishes. The second is also big, though: after those days with that man, even the Baldwins have double-penetrated me with Mrs. Baldwin using one of her larger strap-on dildos and he knows how I enjoy it. Now. Liz’s friend and co-worker, Brooke, agreed to be a lawyer for both of us, and expedited the process. Liz was a bit of a packrat, and that was part of our problems. I was meticulous, and enjoyed order, while she spread out over every horizontal surface. I took only my clothes and a few possessions when I moved out, and there was no fight over who got what. Liz kept the stuff. Money was split evenly, and I had my best friend back. By far, the biggest marital fight Liz and I had was over sex..