He told her that that’s how boyfriends and girlfriends kissed. Like in the movies and on TV. She wanted to do that. She didn’t know they were touc...ing tongues.Amy grimaced. “Ugh. Really?” she said.“Yep,” he said. “That’s how boyfriends and girlfriends kiss.Amy shrugged. “Okay,” she said.Amy was close to Tim though he was a few years older than her. Her sister, Pam, was closer to Tony, Tim’s brother, who was a few years her junior. Pam treated Tony like he was her child. Always pandering to his. [It took a few hours, but I discovered that about ten years ago, all but two countries on this Earth had standardized on a date format of "day month year" (e.g., my birthday was now the 9th of November) rather than the widely varying mishmash used in every other dimension I'd been in. That was the geographically largest dimensional difference I'd personally encountered, although I'd heard grapevine stories of bigger variances. This autobiography will stick with its usual format.]I stood up and. They clamped down on the intruder and gave up ground reluctantly to the constant pressure. But as it reached the narrows where her hymen once had protected the opening, it suddenly gave way to the openness of Bobby’s womb and the flood of delirious euphoria that she felt as he reached full penetration.Bobby expected it to be painful but as his pubic bone bumped up against hers and all she felt was the unbelievable fullness of accepting his massive erection totally, her heart raced knowing that. At first I was concerned but as soon as they spread their legs and I saw that they were not wearing panties, I just smiled and crawled over to their chairs. I thought that the one mother would kill me. Her legs were clamped tightly around my neck as she experienced what she described as the best orgasm of her life.Both women called home to tell their husbands that they had been invited to a sleepover too. A mother and daughter sleepover. What their husbands did not know was that both women were.