The one thing I noticed was her nice red lips which demand a kiss. I was taking the measurement of her body while talking and she understood my intent...ons, but didn’t show any disinterest. I put my legs across while has put her on my seat as well. We slowly started talking and become friendly. She was 28 years old, single and wants to settle in India, but with a good job even though she works abroad with a good salary. She asked my whereabouts and I was happy to tell her and we had some touches. Sex was almost always good, occasionally great, but rarely fascinating enough to take much of my attention off my next trial for longer than the time it took to complete the act. True to form, it took the last boyfriend only about a month to realize that what we had wasn't exactly the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, for either of us.So when I met Scott at a casual party given by the firm's newlyweds (he a slightly-more-senior partner than I; she a legal secretary at a different firm), I. They prefered to find one lucky guy to be showered with their sexual skills (that people’s talk said were ‘larger than anything’) until the next one comes,. But, if there wasn’t any boy around for them, they were profissional on the famous arts of lesbian sex.Well, this story is about how they finally settled with someone, and how that someone ended to be... me! For the record, we were at the birthday party of a friend of ours, and there was a moment in the party that I went to talk with Marge. My dad kissed Karen’s cheek, thanked her for the evening meal, and retired to his office on the second floor.“You know, you are too cheeky for a boy of your age,” she said wiping her hands with a napkin.“I know your secret which means I own you, mom,” I was trying to make my teenage voice to sound threatening. “You should keep in mind that.”“As you say so,” she smiled. “Have you been with a woman before?”“Well… I have a girlfriend.”“What is she like? Describe her taste to me.”“She’s nothing.