She didn't stop him, she was preoccupied. She stood up abruptly, presumably to get his hands off her, came over to me and asked me to turn up the musi.... We both moved over to the couch, she climbed up on the coffee table and started dancing. She teased us for a few songs, and then pulled her skirt up enough to show her pussy briefly. She was rubbing her tits over her top, and then reach back and untied it. She let it slowly fall down to her waist exposing her tits to both of us. We shouted. Touchable easy, yet untouchable. There was no yawning uncross-able chasm actually denying them her elemental womanly fissure, the pleasure prize of all men. Hannibal they both knew had scared the fucking crap out of Rome by daring to cross the Alps. You dare…it happens. Only a rule, the rule of the city, built on traditions, stopping them. A rule, we all breaks rules. Impermissible, banned, and proscribed by sacred law. Are there lines we don’t dare cross? Desire versus the statutes and customs. We ended up going back to her parents' house. This time I went in with her. Her mother invited us in and we sat at the dining room table. Gladys Kirk was a small woman, her once brown hair going gray and tied up tight to her head. Her face might have been pretty at one time, but now was pinched up into a constant scowl. She was polite to me, as I was to her, but you could almost cut the tension with a knife. She questioned Mickey on how we met, and what had been happening in her life. Gladys. Laura and Shavon had not had any opportunity to sleep together for weeks, and Laura couldn't take her eyes off the girl. As usual, she couldn't believe that such a beautiful woman-and recently married at that-had consented to sharing the same bed with her.I made you pant, she thought. I made you come, and cry out. How can you be mad at me? When Shavon turned back to Laura, her eyes were sparkling with tears."Oh... Shavon," Laura said."I'm so jealous," Shavon sobbed softly. "I hate you for.