Then forcing his lips apart with her tongue, she taught him the nuances of "French" kissing.When they separated, he asked her in his best Tammi voice...."Are you going to introduce me to lesbian love?" Yes," she answered. "Before the night is over I plan to teach you all there is to know about two women making love. I don't want you to hold back or be afraid to touch me, but you will listen to my guidance."Reaching out to each other, they began to kiss in earnest. As their emotions rose, Jean. It was like watching an automobile accident, I just couldn't turn away.I became obsessed and read everything, from a wife that has second thoughts and stops before going too far, to a husband watching his partner getting fucked by a group of black men with impossibly large cocks that no white man could ever have. And the husband was turned on!The ones that I dwelled on were the "I came home early..." stories. Normally some schmo who loves his wife and is clueless decides that he hasn't been. He seemed disinterested in our conversation. I showed the women my swollen hands.The woman in purple nodded. She made the word "later" with her mouth twice but did not say it aloud. The black woman completed her sewing, cocked her head to admire her work, smiled at me and the three of them left. The soldier pushed me back into my windowless shed and barred the door.I contemplated "later" and rested. After a while I slept, curled on the floor atop the ancient chicken droppings. Much later I. “Well, it was interesting,” I said. “I’m sure it was you. I’m not surprised you don’t remember. I read somewhere that we don’t remember most of what we dream about. Anyway, what I felt was your hand, touching me here.”I put my hand on my hip, where the T shirt I was wearing covered it. I knew he could almost see my panties, and now that I think about it I’m sure he could see them, sitting almost on the floor, like he was.“Then I felt it move up, like this.” I demonstrated. “It was on my skin,.