You are the one who came after me and I did try to push you away.''But you couldn't! Why? Because you love me. You belong with me. Can't you accept th... truth. Who you are. And that you got married because it was socially right!' 'You're wrong.' 'Wrong about you loving me?' 'I love you. But my marriage is not a farce. It's real. The sooner you understand that, the better. I've accepted who I am, thanks to you. You opened my eyes. I'm bisexual, though you'd be happy if I was homosexual. I can. You turn and I can see your smile and your beard that has started to grow back in, and I also cant help but notice how your shirt strains a little bit around your big arms. I smile to myself, instantly aware of how quickly you can turn me on without even trying. I decide to make my presence known before you get off the phone. I tap gently on the doorframe, and you quickly turn around, a little startled. Then you smile again and quickly end your conversation. As you hang up, you turn to me and. He was still in chastity, it had been 6 months. He must be aching. He nodded and asked to come in. I saw him glance down at my breasts and so I turned and walked inside. As I walked I took my gloves off and through them on to the heavy wood of the kitchen table. I clapped my hands and saw my nipples were erect. I felt suddenly exposed forgetting my lack of underwear. I told him to come inside and make himself a cup of tea. I took my sun hat off and went to my room. I looked in the mirror and. First the right and then the left were teased, toyed and played with. Then, the fingers begin to squeeze, slowly, exquisitely putting pressure on her right nipple. She winced from the pain, holding back a squeal. The pain, the pleasure, she couldn’t decide which, shot straight to her wet vagina. “Impossible!” Raquel thought as she felt more of her young juice leak into her panties. Her nipples were responding to the touch of this woman. They had their own desire, their own will, they were.