It’s only a half carat, but one day, I’ll get her a bigger one.”“Look, tomorrow, the girls are going shopping with my sister, god help me. So ...hy don’t you come with me. A friend of mine is a jeweler and has a lot of nice rings. We’ll figure it out from there.” He just nodded, and as he was about to speak Jenny popped in.“What are you two talking about. It looks like a very deep conversation.” We both laughed and said football.Dinner was excellent, but the people really made it nice. By the. I'd had a few brief flings with other women over the last couple of years – nothing serious, just satisfying my sexual appetite.But recently, I'd found my lesbian desires taking an odd new direction. I began to catch myself glancing longingly at younger girls, dreaming of kissing their pouting mouths, imagining them naked and in my arms.When 15-year-old Becky from across the street was mowing the lawn in a cut-off t-shirt and skimpy denim shorts, I watched her through my bedroom window and. .. open.” I squeeze my bicep over her throat until her entire face turns bright red, then release. She takes the opportunity to breath, but I take my opportunity to shove my balled up handkerchief into her mouth. She groaned in displeasure, but before she can spit it out, I rip a new strip of duct tape and smooth it over her mouth. I throw her head to the ground and press my knee into her temple. Grabbing my Winchester pocket knife, I cut the tape holding her wrists together. She tries to do. She opened her pussy up so I could see it opened; it was similar to the stance taken by the porn stars in the magazines. I felt desire begin to take control of my emotions. I was hot and ready to come. Suddenly Jen said, “I want to taste it.” I stopped, taken back by this remark. “My dick?” I asked, as if I couldn’t believe it. “Yes,” she said, forcefully grabbing my legs. She slid up towards me, and as her pussy made it’s way toward my face, I felt her warm lips swab over my cock. I gasped;.