I felt myself getting a little hard and I blushed at the embarrassment. He seemed to sense this and gave a smile that just made my pulse race...he was...gorgeous!Where are you off to he asked, I stuttered that I was just going to a few bars in London, nothing special and I wasn't meeting anyone. Then he looked at me and asked " what kind of bars? Do they cater for a particular clientele?" I was bright red by this point and could only mutter " I'm going to a gay bar" With that he put his hand on. She was getting it big style. Her vaginal muscles tightened with every withdrawal I performed. Gripping my shaft like that felt unbelievable, sending that extra surge through it. Our sweaty bodies embraced each other as we tried to get even closer to each other. She wanted my entire cock and I sure as hell wanted her to have it. I arched my back to get a different angle as I continued to fuck her dripping pussy. In this position I could the see her body glisten due to the sweat and heat of our. She was very adamant to not get the phone from me I plead her to take it but she didn’t took it. I felt very angry and didn’t talked to her for 2 days.After the 2 days it was Friday. Classes are over and I start going to home. Abinaya is in bus stand. She saw me and asked me to stop the bike I stopped the bike but I didn’t talked to her. She asked me can you drop me near her home like that day.I just nodded my head.She sat in my bike and I start to rode. During the riding I didn’t talked to. They certainly did not fit thestereotypical image of a lesbian couple - one all butch and the otherovertly femme. They were just a pleasant pair of neighbours. Their passionwas for playing cards; especially bridge, and they had a regular, weeklycard evening with Joyce and a friend of theirs from across town.So, for a week or two, the lives of our little community settled incomfortable routine; weekly card games for Joyce, Fiona and Mary; quietevenings in for me; and noisy returns from work on.