As I continued to clean, you got up and sneaked up behind me, grabbing my buttocks. At first, I felt threatened and pulled back. But you gently, sa...d “don’t worry, I won’t hurt you” and started to run your hand down my legs and what turned out to be sheer stockings with garters. Your delicate touch, eased me and then excited me and send shivers down my body. You kept touching my legs and silky sheer stockings, finally touching my black g-string panties. Making your way to my pussy,. " Ariana laughed. I ran my palm over Pat's shoulder, up to the base of her neck, and behind her head. I leaned forward, cupping her skull in my hand, and kissed her throat. She purred, and ran her fingers through my hair."What you really mean," suggested Julie from her chair, "is that when you see two women kissing, your mind immediately starts to construct a B-movie porn flick around them." Well, yeah," I admitted, lightly squeezing Pat's heavy round breasts through her shirt, and kissing her. He took the glass from her hand, his skin brushing against hers, leaving her tingling. He returned the glasses to their place on the table. His stride back was slow and confident as he circled around her. He reached out, running his hand along the small of her back, along her waist, and traced the intricate design up the front of her dress. His fingertips trailed up the exposed skin of her chest. He brushed a thumb across the bottom swell of her lip, ever so lightly before sinking his fingers. "Marc's Father smiled and said, "Very true, after being in a concentrationcamp, he realize that all people have certain rights and became part of'Amnesty International.' Yes it certainly made him a better person. Andthe curse doesn't work unless the punishment fits the crime, but why didyou choose your Grandmother."Marc laughed, "Well more like my Great, Great, Great, Great, GreatGrandmother. I figured if Dale became part of the family she wouldrealize bigotry is an ugly thing. "Marc's Mother.