I left my car at the coffee shop, and rode with her in her jeep to her place, a nice little apartment near the University."Are you enrolled in the Uni...ersity?" I asked."Yes, I'm a senior, graduating next semester. How about you?" she asked in turn."I graduated from Bowdoin last year, returned back here where I grew up. I've got an entry level executive type job at the gas utility," I said. She got out, and ran around and helped me out of the jeep. For the first time I noticed her body, since it. We took a cab to the one lesbian bar I knew, I wanted that itch they had to be scratched. Mom and Angela were soon very well entertained. I ordered drinks for us and the bartender asked me how old my sister was. ‘Eighteen, a college freshman,’ I answered. ‘On second thought fix her coke with lemon and cherry and sprinkle just a bit of pepper in it. One of us needs to be sober.’ ‘The bartender said, ‘That sounds like an awful drink, let me make her the designated driver special. They are free. And the damn one-ness continued to bother me. I loved her, still Love her, but my cock is a social animal and it refuses to stay 'at home' with anyone. I've read Sue's story (A BUSY WEEK) and I know that Sue threw her lover out of her bed, out of her life, because he couldn't keep his cock idle when he wasn't with her, but if Carrie wants to do the same thing to me, that's a risk I'll have to take. Or maybe it's a risk she'll have to take.I moved my lips to the underside of her left tit,. "No, we don't dance." Oh come on Aunt Sarah," chided Paul from across the room.Denise held out her hand.Sarah, feeling a bit woozy, yet wanting to prove that Lynn's "husband" could not shake her, accepted the hand and stood where Denise held her gently but firmly against her as she felt the body of the ebony evangelical first pull away, then allow itself to be pulled closer until their breasts briefly touched."Oh... I..." stammered Sarah as Denise held her even more closely, their breasts now.