.. were too ashamed to admit you were bi. That you were hiding it from me.”“Why are you asking that, Steve?”“No reason,” I lied, feeling my ...hone in my hand. It grew so heavy. I had so much power in it.“I don’t know. Probably miserable trying to hide it. Marissa would hate me.” She shuddered. “She’s never really forgiven me that I chose you over her.”“So you think it’s better this way?”“Than denying myself? Or course. Just like it’s good that our daughters don’t deny their love for you.”“Yeah,. Pete and Marci were dancing almost every dance together, leaving Lynn and I to sit silently waiting. With the next slow song, I did the unthinkable. I rose and took Lynn’s hand, without a word we moved to the dance floor. We were very tenuous at first, we danced as two strangers. As the song progressed though Lynn fell deeper into my arms. I knew that she was feeling rejected again, so I held her close and we swayed together like it was natural. Her head was on my shoulder, and we moved to the. I took off the top, being careful not to get makeup on it, and was pulling down my tights when I heard a knock on my door. "Jenny, are you decent?" asked Beth. "Well, if you consider being in my panties decent, yes," I replied. The door opened and Beth came in. She had on yellow cotton panties with white trim and a matching top. "Is my little sister getting modest?" she asked. "My seeing you in your panties didn't seem to bother you this morning when I was dressing you up." "It doesn't bother. Dark hairs Mid 40s She dose love her shoes the red ones 5 in heels with a silver toe and heel She call them her come fuck me pumps look them up (HEAT 125) We go to the club in our hotel to dance and drink she love to dance as she gets high and drinks we dance her thing is swing she is good at it we set down and have a drink a nice looking black man come up and ask if he can have the next fast one she look at me I tell ok by me she tell yes They go out on the dance floor and dance she spending.