I'd get her talking at lunch times and soon discovered she'd had no boyfriends and I guessed that she was probably a virgin. Again, new territory for ...e. I'd find excuses to brush past her and feel that lovely tight arse up against my crotch. It's funny; women don't suspect other women of feeling them up as they do with men. I got away with a lot with Sandi, even leaning over her to advise her on something and pressing my tits in to her back and rubbing them.One day in the toilets, I. .” she started fondling Donna on her thighs, her ass, her belly, her arms, all the while making small compliments; “Nice”, “Not too bad”,”Soft”“Okay” she said when she was finished after a few minutes “Before we continue, another instruction for you. When you see me in the house for the first time you will passionately kiss me, like lesbian lovers do.” She walked up to Donna smiling, “Probably you have never kissed a woman before, so we do some testing now. We will stop when I think you are. When we had all gathered in the lounge, Bill stood up took Shirley's hand and led her to the centre of the room. Then he turned to face us."As you all know, Shirley and I went for a walk last night and neither of us returned here. Since you are fairly bright people," He said, "you will have worked out that we spent the night together and that not all of it was spent sleeping."There was a titter from the adults at this.Then Bill went on. "As a result of all that passed between us I persuaded. He had good standing in the community. However, he was too fond of women and alcohol, not necessarily in that order. It nearly destroyed his career more than once. My mother was a police officer, working for the Boston police department. She hated her job and the people she worked with. At some point, she developed a deep hatred for men because she thought they had it easier in this society. And she took it out mostly on me. I don’t know where she gets her information but men don’t have it.