I leaned forward, whispering, "friend of mine from my old neighborhood. Man problems. He got drunk and violent and she was afraid she was going to get...beaten up. Oh Elaine, the poor thing... no place to stay so she called me."My neighbor acted nonchalant, but I know she was absorbing it all intently. "Ahhh... poor dear..." she clucked.I was pretty confident my story worked. After all, Elaine Pachmeyer had no reason to think I would have a lesbian tryst, particularly in my own home."Yeah.. He kept telling them to make sure they tipped me for getting their drinks. he even put a beer mug on the table for my tips. My jar was filling quickly, with fives and tens, and singles. After a few hours, they were pretty drunk, the drinks I made were pretty strong, so they decided to stop playing for the night. I thought that would be it for the night. We all went to the bar , thinking the night was over, but they insisted I stay awhile longer. They made me a fresh drink, and continued to talk. ?Pressure began to build in her eyes to the point of migraine, until thesensation that tears were flowing out her eyes relieved that pressure.? But she could tell immediately that thesewere no normal tears, the tears came in large waves, sticking to the sides ofher face and flooding the mask.?Eventually, through slow process, the mask had been filled with thefluid via her eyes, not to mention that the rest of the suit had been floodedas far down as her feet or more with the stuff. It was a. Encouraged when her tongue met mine I wriggled closer, my firm "a" cup breasts with hard aching nipples grazing against the soft fullness of hers. I slid my hand up and cupped one through the lace of her bra and moaned into her mouth. The unexpected weight and softness, the hardness of her nipple pressed into my palm had the ache running through me and settling between my thighs. I pulled my lips from her mouth and kissed softly down her neck. My hands fumbled to pull the bra straps from her.