She replied that they'd never really talked about sex when she was growing up. I told her that Valerie was probably bi all along, and losing her fathe... and Amanda being at an age where she could understand may have been the catalyst for change.That got a few moments of contemplation from her.We spent maybe two hours people watching and sunning before Amanda felt she'd had enough sun on her freckled skin. We loaded back up, stopped by a little taqueria on the way home, bought lunch then back to. I found the zipper on her skirt, running right up the back, and with both of my hands, I unzipped it. She wriggled out of it, and I squeezed her butt and moaned with pleasure. She rolled me over onto my back, and slid off the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of me. With a blank look on her face, she put her hands on my knees and eased my legs apart, drinking in the view of my white panties. She smiled when she saw them, and rubbed her hands up and down my thighs a few times. Then, keeping. ”She dropped back down and jerked her hips slightly. Eric twitched and she said, “He’s not the only one.”“Yes Mistress. I can feel your happiness. It makes me happy too.”“I’m going to get another bottle of wine.” I said. “Michelle, why don’t you untie Eric’s feet, I think they’re going to be locked together like that for a while yet.” By the time I got back with the wine Julie had finally rolled off of Eric’s cock, but she’d simply twisted down and taken it in her mouth, while Michelle was. Then we stared into each other’s eyes again. I slowly bent down; my eyes still glued to his, and pulled up my underwear and pants. Kyle did the same, our eyes not leaving the other for a single second. Then we were standing up, both underwear and shorts where they belonged, and we started passionately Frenching again, his arms wrapped around mine and my arms wrapped around his. We were so into our kiss that we didn’t see (or even hear) one of my friends, (currently JUST friends, but previous.