We talked about what we had learned about lesbianism at the different talks and gatherings we had attended. All were billed more as emerging feminist...meetings but usually did slip to the feelings and activities between women. And we pulled out our ‘secret book’ we had gotten at one event. It showed different positions of women together for the most enjoyment. Until now, for the most part, we had only looked at the beginning and how to enjoy each other’s breasts to the fullest. Now we wanted. For the last couple of boxes Betty had to step up a rung and stretch further into the loft. This afforded me a full view of not just her stocking tops but her bottom and big white granny knickers … absolutely gorgeous. I pushed the ladder back, got on the chair and closed the hatch. ‘Thank you so much Bill that was a great help. Come and have a cup of tea and a slice of cake … its Lemon Drizzle cake’. How could I refuse?She made the tea and cut two slices of cake. We chatted in the kitchen and. Just then, she pulled my head down toward hers and began kissing me passionately. As we kissed, she wrapped her arms tighter around my neck, essentially the inside of her elbows were now behind my ears as she pulled me closer. Soon I felt her leg wrap around my thigh. I reached down and put my hand under her ass and lifted her up. As I did, her leg that was around my thigh quickly moved to around my waist and her other leg joined it there. My other hand found its way underneath her ass. I bend down and looked under her desk and as I did so, I could see nothing immediately. “Why don’t you go down there and fix it,” she said and I got on my knees to crawl under the desk. I was wondering what it could be that wasn’t right and as I looked towards her sitting down in her chair, I noticed her pulling her socks off her feet. I was worried as to what was happening but in reality, looking forward to a fantasy of mine, becoming fulfilled. She had her shoes off so she could warm her feet.