He was a no-name as a director and he had a miniscule budget. Now I wasn't a big star or anything, but getting me would prove he was serious. Not just...Community Theater or something. He told me I would play a powerful closeted lesbian woman and the show was about power dynamics, gender, and sex. I read the script and I knew it was just what I'd been looking for. Something different, something somewhat artsy but very sexy, and, most importantly, something purposefully provocative. The play. Michael interrupted the homegrown concert momentarily by asking Megan, "Hey, how come you got such a big drink? You don't usually get one the same size as me." Megan gave him a mysterious Mona Lisa-like smile and said, "I don't know...I guess I was thirsty. OH! Listen, it's the Moody Blues!" This effectively cut off any further questioning and they returned to their karaoke singing.Eventually, the inevitable monotony of a not-too-short car ride set in and they both just began simply watching. There are women at New Arcadia that know everything there is to know about Sapphic love, and Liz has been soaking it up like a sponge. It doesn't bother me. I'm just happy that she can be whoever and whatever she wants to be.We have two children. I mean, Liz and I have one and George and Louise have another, but we raise the kids together, and the kids see each other as brother and sister, with two mommies and two daddies. When both women were lactating, they'd trade off nursing duties without. I wrap my arms around you and kiss your shoulders and the back of your neck. You smell so good. I need to touch your skin so I push you up and slide my hands under your shirt and lift it over your head.You lie back down and my hands come up to your breasts while I kiss you on your neck and shoulders. I squeeze both breasts gently at first and then a little harder. I love it so much that your breasts are small. They feel and look so good.As I kiss you, the fingers on my right hand flick your.