Personally, I think Jill is 10% weird. But we love each other and in time we hope to commit comfortably 100% to each other. At least Jill has sworn of... men for now and that pleases me very much.“We tried two completely different lesbian hangouts. Although both welcomed us, we were uncomfortable following their unwritten ‘politically correct lesbian rulebook’. Jill and I have long wanted to enjoy our love outside. We have never done that with an audience and would love to share our love with. But then we began to realize that her interests and mine diverged. She is a homebody and I have a wanderlust that just won’t quit. She agreed to let me buy a camper last year, stating that she hoped we would use it enough to justify the cost. Last summer she began complaining about being gone from home too often. I even took a week long vacation by myself with the camper but found traveling alone somewhat boring. I still have a fondness for her. I don’t want to breakup on anything like that. I. I sat up, wondering what to do with my hard on. I looked over at Isabella, curled up on the floor. I wanted to lay back down next to her, slowly pleasure her lips between her hips until she was wet and make love to her again. NO!No! I told myself again, there isn’t time, get everything figured out and then you can spend days on end fucking the shit out of her. Boy howdy, I sure planned to. I got up quietly and went to the bathroom. I hopped in the shower and cleaned myself, man was I. " "Here?" he asked, looking down the hallway. It was lunch hour, butanyone could wander by. I wiggled my hips. "Not the classroom?" "Right here," I purred, grinding my crotch against him. "I need yourcock in me, Clinton Elliston III." He knew I was serious when I used his full name. I kissed him again, letting him taste the apricot lip gloss I wore. Heloved kissing me when I wore it. He groaned, his dick throbbing against mycrotch. I shoved my hand between us, groping his dick.