"How many do you have?" Susan asked."More than I should," I admitted. I touched Phil on the arm and if I didn't have him before, I knew I had him now ...y the warm flush on his face. "Thank you for your strength this day."Susan was perturbed and took her husband's arm. "What kind of paintings do you do?" Completely inappropriate!" my husband snapped.He dropped my painting to the floor and I winced as the corner bent. I resisted the urge to pick it up. Instead, I just stood there with my head. And there was something like ... relief. Like by forcing her to say it, she could pretend she really wasn’t a lesbian. Just forced to follow my orders. And that irked me. I wanted her to admit that she was gay like me. To embrace this instead of fighting it.Damn. What more did I have to do?And then I groaned as she pushed her face between my thighs. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled into my pussy. Her teeth pulled out a piece of fruit from my over-stuffed pussy. I smiled, loving her jaw chewing,. When I was thinking about how to talk to her, make her know that I am genuine. I didn’t misuse or pursue her for her number. Because I know that I am afraid to share my number. When she asked my id, I felt ‘wow’.In hangouts:Me: Hey!Her: Hi Da! How do you use such sites? It’s disgusting, some nicks.Me: I wonder how you trust me so much in the first place!Her: yeah, but I found your Nick – ‘iruvizhi unathu’. I love that song and I felt something genuine in it. So asked your id.Me: Hmmm. I am not. I looked in her eyes and she invited me again with her deep thirsty eyes. Slowly I pulled back my cock up to the entrance of her throbbing pussy and in a violent jerk thrust it back inside her. She raised herself in painI repeated this 5-6 times. She took it all in her stride and started to get wild as I could sense her impending release. I also lost my control and fucked her hard and fast. She kept yelling. A blast took place inside her pussy and a flood of lot lava splashed from out her.