She was also homeless, although this wasn't at all obvious given her income and generally smart appearance. She'd been living in one of the cheap and ...undown lodgings that had proliferated since the housing market last collapsed. It wasn't very clean and it was expensive for what it was so, in comparison, Betty's squat wasn't as bad as all that."Have you always been a lesbian?" Betty asked when Lakeisha first placed her hand on hers and suggested that they spend the night together."Not at all.. Sucking me... down there."Laura knew these kinds of words would get them both hot, and she was right. She could almost see the flames flare up in Makeeda's eyes. Now they were both naked except for their panties, and they took the time to look down at their naked breasts brushing and pressing together, their nipples not yet hard but on the way, touching, then mashing together as they pushed closer.Laura was again overcome by the perfection of Makeeda's body, though this time she tried not to. For about two hours we rode around downtown Branson, finding all the back ways to get from point A to point B and then decided to ride down to the lake and find a nice place for lunch, where we could sit and watch the water.We chose an old fashioned restaurant, down by the beach that specialized in country style food and an unscheduled floor show. One of their servers thought he could really sing and at intervals, he would stand in the center of the dining room, strum a guitar and serenade. “Yes.”“He’s the chairman of the policy review committee,” Aalia continued.Padma watched as Raj, busy stuffing his face, waved off Gulam, who had been whispering in his ear.Aalia tapped Padma’s arm. “You see that one with the tray full of food?” she asked next. “That’s Dipen. We call him Dip, as he’s a bit slow.”Padma observed Dipen as he passed their table.“Hello, Dip!” Aalia called out. Dipen turned and pinned Aalia with a glare before continuing on to his table.Back at the apartment that.