"Come on. Drink something. You need the electrolytes to get into your system."Holding the bottle up again, Jenny tried to get her to drink some more. ...s the liquid entered her mouth, she gently rubbed her throat as she continued to talk with her. Finally, the 8 oz bottle was finished, and Jenny tossed it over her shoulder."What is your name, Honey? My name is Jenny, and this is my best friend, Tammy. Our brothers are outside. They are dealing with the man who has been hurting you. We want to. 'House' is an understatement. This is a stately home. Amy slowly pulls off her jacket and finds herself spinning in place in the lobby, taking it all in.Artwork upon artwork upon artwork. Classical stylings and modern finishings. Dark furniture from a mob boss' wet dream. It's immense and impressive, and Amy is struck by how none of it really works together. The manor has no real sense of cohesion; everything is just a little off.Amy begins to take off her tight pullover as Sam walks back into. My hands traced the pliant curves of her back and waist as we kissed, her hands roaming over my chest and shoulders. She broke the kiss and stepped back from me, placing my hands on her breasts. With a wonderful passionate sigh, she tossed her head back as my hands began to squeeze and play with her nipples. I bent toward her and felt her hands on the back of my head pressing my mouth into her cleavage. She murmured girlish sounds of approval as I suckled her breasts, her hands running through. He tilted his head up (he was a few inches shorter than me) and started kissing me. Call me naive, but I hadn't seen that coming.I'd hardely ever thought about kissing a man. It had only occurred to me in the sweet, blissful moment after cumming with another guy, and that itself had only happened to me five times before.My same-sex fantasies had always, overwhelmingly, focused on the warm, throbbing, spurting cock. I wasn't much interested in thei rest of their bodies, or any kind of romantic.