"Well, then, you won't mind if I do this," I grinned, and slowly brought my other hand up to the sole of her foot. Before I had even made contact, her...entire body was tensed. As I ran my fingernail slowly and firmly down the sole, her resolve lasted about an inch before she shrieked and tried to twitch wildly. I was ready for her, and her foot barely moved, though her shoulders heaved and her ass bounced on the bench.I did the same maneuver a few times, and her response only intensified, as she. They will be able to walk through it,” I told her.A short time later, everyone went to bed. There are several unused bedrooms at the house, and Josh and Brenda used one of them along with the main bathroom. I loaned Brenda some of my clothes from before the Lines had changed me. They fit her well but would no longer fit me. Everyone had a good night’s sleep, and it was late the next morning before we were all up.It had rained some overnight, but not as much, or as hard, as the previous night.. ’ ‘All of it’s an act.’ I nodded. ‘But with you. Everything I’ve told you is real and true.’ ‘Why me?’ ‘I like you. A rare thing in my human experience.’ ‘I’ve not allowed myself to like many people, either.’ Our damage, festering up, afraid to touch, to be real, to expose ourselves. With a twitch of her fingers, her shorts fell to her ankles. She watched my eyes watching her. ‘Does me exposing myself make you uncomfortable?’ I shared a sardonic smile. ‘We’ve yet to expose anything that. "Why not?" she asked. "Because my pussy needs to rub against your pussy," I said. "Your what? I wouldn't call what is between your legs a pussy. Look at it,leaking juice like a faucet. No, that's not a pussy," she said. I knew whatshe wanted me to say, but it was so hard. "My nasty, leaky cunt needs to rub against your pussy to cum," I said, chokingout the words. "And why is that?" she asked. "Because my pussy is a nasty, leaky, dyke cunt," I said. "That's right, and that nasty cunt need to.