”Then the other lady, not quite as sure of herself as Carol. Her voice is deeper, but with the same accent. “I’m Anita Sutherland, I’m 52, and...I’m also a supermarket worker from Stockport ... Obviously.”Carol speaks first. “We’ve known each other for... 38 years?” “Yeah, 38 years.” Anita confirms. Carol continues. “In the time we’ve been friends we’ve both met our husbands, got married, had kids. We’ve been through a lot together. Told each other everything.” “Well, almost everything.” Adds. I tried to push him off me saying that he should not have done what he did. Some tears ran down my face. He held me tightly telling me that he loved me, and that I am so sexy that he could not control himself. He begged me to forgive him. He kept kissing my lips, neck and sucking my ear. This pleased me and I told him that my husband has lost interest in me years ago. Then I asked did he really think I am sexy and he said yes kissing me passionately. Then he turned me around; my tears have been. I regaled them with stories of the Examiner from Hell.Carol regaled us stories about her lesbian put-downs. They hadn't been anything subtle or sophisticated. Carol's main mistake in handling obnoxious boys in the past had been to object too quietly. Julia had gotten her to turn the volume WAY up, ideally so not only could every kid in her class hear, but also the kids in the classrooms to either side.Carol said, "I gave him a chance to brush past me because I was SO looking forward doing this.. I rub my hands all over her pussy. I replace my hands with my tongue. I am slowly tasting her beautiful bald cunt. I have never tasted a woman, but I want her so much. Her pussy is so sweet, and very wet. I love how her pussy is responding to my tongue. She is moaning and groaning as I am tongue fucking her. I pour oil into my hand and slowly begin to finger her pussy. She is so wet, and she is moaning. I continue to rub my index finger on her clitoris that is now swollen. She is bucking her.