As the Bank was paying, Itucked into a Tournedos Rossini with chips."Eating for two, I see," Margaret laughed. "You're lucky you don'thave to worry a...out your figure anymore."I laughed. "Do you have children?"I thought we were becoming close enough to ask a personal question.Then I realised I was beginning to think of us as friends - womenfriends, which was a new experience for me."Two: a son in his second year at Cambridge, and a daughter doing her Alevels this summer." Wow, you really don't. As I back away from her, Toni closes her legs, crossing them at her ankles.A little bit of courage resurfaces in Toni, and she answers me. “Yes, maybe a little?”“Maybe a little?” I parrot back at her. “So, there is part of you that wants to continue playing?”She looks surprised at that. She thought about it for a second; then she seems to have reached a decision.“I want to continue,” she says. Her confidence is starting to return now that she’s made a decision.“Continue what?” I ask.“This,” she. I am bisexual, more inclined towards lesbianism. I am lesbian by heart, soul, feelings and personal choice. I was forced to marry a man, hope its enough to explain my bisexuality. Hope you are smart enough to understand the rest.This is a true sex story of a friend of mine, I shall be narrating and shall be sharing it with you in almost the same way he narrated it to me.So, let’s begin. Hello! My name is Rahul and this a continuation of my previous story (link given on top). This story is about. Alice ’s eyes met mine again, her chest flushed pink with arousal and a look almost of fear on her face as if imploring me.Did she want me to intervene? Was she helpless? Had she completely lost control?Her eyes widened and she moaned again then a little cry escaped her lips as Steve’s muscles contracted and I guessed her had slid a finger deep into her. Alice dropped her gaze from mine, her eyes glazed as she gave herself over to the illicit moment. I could tell that Steve was now completely.