Could we just forget that ever happened?"She looked up at Laura, her large brown eyes wide and faux innocent, full of quivering vulnerability meant to...tug Laura's heart. Laura tried to remain calm. She had been wondering when, and how, they might initiate a repeat performance. Tamara was stunning. Laura also was used to girls feeling ashamed after having slept with her; they all now feared they were 'lesbians, ' that horrible curse."I don't think I could ever forget it, Tamara," Laura said. She stood up and grabbed me giving me big hard kiss. -You are good, cowboy, dangerously good, fuck me babe, OK. - She said that and leaned over the kitchen desk, spreading her legs, and putting her elbows on it. I moved her gown uncover her tight ass, and adjust myself beside her. I grab my dick and moved cross her pussy twice and leaned over her ass, dick popped inside her pussy itself. I wanted to fuck her hard and really wanted to do that, and I did. I fucked her pulsed and hard. I have read. As his mind reels yet with the wonder of the events so far, the mystery of sharing in love making with a woman now parted for all time to him, a sharp retort of words snapped him back to reality. Once again his world is going to come crashing down completely. For there at the door next to Mabelle stood his own father. ..He just turned away to await the storm coming for sure. Hand over eyes he just tuned all out and thought over each moment of this wondrous encounter – and what he expected to be. But who was it? There was no light at all in the dark store-room; no silhouetted figures, nothing but a frightening absence of sight."Tracey. Is that you?" Sharon wondered, thinking that her friend had perhaps mistaken her for Buttercup."You what?" answered Tracey in a sleepy voice. "What you want?" Are you fucking licking me?" What the fuck do you think? I'm your mate, not your fucking whatsit."Sharon leaned up and groped at the head of whoever's head it was between her legs, secretly hoping.