But she didn’t make any comment. I was so embarrassed but at the same time I was enjoying her lying on my lap. I wanted to touch her but I was afrai....The next day onwards she used to call me to the bedroom only. Her mom too didn’t really mind because I’m not a stranger and she knows me very well. One day she told me that she was having a headache. I asked her whether to leave and come the next day, but she insisted me to stay and she asked me if I could massage her head with a pain balm. I. As soon as my dad left home, I and my step-mom crashed on a sofa near the kitchen. We enjoyed a quick lesbian encounter and got ourselves refreshed! Of course, we hardly miss any opportunity of our privacy without enjoying it.Now in this lesbian encounter, I tried to seduce and pump my step-mom more about my biological mother and ignited erotic feelings for her. As soon my dad returned home with mangoes I started off to pick my biological mom. It was a beautiful day with bright sunlight in 70s. I am left red faced. I hear the officer whom I spoken with a chuckle say “You like boys”! What can I say , in a low tone of voice I say “No” and with that I am ushered in to the police car, the street noise is substituted for police radio chatter, next minute I just sit and ponder how the girl I loved so much slipped through my finger, did I say or do something, looking for any reason that would justify he leaving me so abruptly with my head still bowed and searching all the days event. I. “Um, what’s going on? I wasn’t planning on seeing you guys tonight…” she trailed off, slightly embarrassed at how flushed she was. “You’re not really going to turn us away, are you? Let us in,” repeated Drew, firmly. “Ok, ok, be right down.” Cari dashed around her apartment, sloppily making her bed and checking that all her toys were hidden from sight. She ran down the two flights of stairs to let in her guests, nervous and excited and tingling with anticipation. “Hi!” she said, too.