I introduced myself to the bartenders, tipped them in advance, and ordered a chilled tequila shot. I wore black slacks, high-heeled pumps, a red blous... with pearls. I had on matching red lace panties and bra. As I downed my shot, I wondered if any guy or woman would see my undergarments or more tonight. My nails were my standard French manicure. My lipstick was Revlon “Red Rules the World,” which is a perfect name although Nick aptly calls the color “Cock Sucking Red.” The first half of the. ..Oh..Oh.." and other scintillating expressions of that sort. Somehow there seemed to be a direct line of sensation between my breasts and my pussy. Every time his hot mouth pulled on a nipple, a twinge of sensation or pulse of heat reached all the way between my legs. I wanted to lick him back somewhere but I couldn't reach much at this angle, so I did my best to move the aching center between my legs against his erection, which didn't quite work since he needed the space to suck my tits. I. These started out quite tame, but I noticed she seemed to get hotter with group sex and lesbian sex. I then introduced some bi vids as well and she got into that as well. I got the feeling she liked the theory of it, but wasn’t sure about doing it for real and I kept encouraging her through the blue movies, and verbally as I fucked her and she really got hot.After a few months I thought it best to leave it for a while, as didn’t want her to feel like I was pushing her into something she didn’t. Some stupid movie was on, but not holding my attention at all. Almost drifting off to sl**p, the phone rang, and startled me back into reality. ‘Hello?’ ‘Amy? This is your cousin Jan Johnston, your Mom’s s****r’s daughter.’ ‘Oh my God. Jan! Long time no hear from. How are you doing?’ Growing up Jan and I had been close until we moved away when I was 14 or 15. Maybe ‘close’ didn’t quite capture it very well, for me, I hope for her too. Then after my Mom died about 20 years ago, I pretty much.