There won’t be anybody around most likely.” Brian said after a moment, adding. “Let’s move the furniture back into place in what is now your r...om while you are here. Then go fix us a light lunch.”Kirstin put down her shirt and moved to help him put the end table back and the small bookshelf back into place. Moving things around while barely dressed was becoming less and less awkward, though she could see him watching her breasts press against her thin top, and her panties did little to hide. .... willing to swing!!So, one morning I checked my mail and found a message from an older lady. She looked really nice, quite plain on the outside, but I thought "what the hell" and started chatting. After a lot of flirty chat and the odd risque text message, we went for dinner at a local hotel. I picked her up (when she opened the door I was well impressed) then drove to dinner.So, it was the usual chit-chat during dinner (job, family, previous dates) and a few glasses of wine. The chat got. " Apparently."Sharon shuddered again at the emotionless conversation between her husband and daughter. Her astonishment was enough to keep her silent. She could feel anger, however, welling within her. The protective mother inside her was beginning to emerge.Ted stood up straight and took a deep breath. He crossed his arms in front of him. "And why, pray tell, would Mr. Merrill feel he had that right?"Sharon felt Allison stiffen at the accusatory tone of Ted's words. A little whimper died on. We were just about as close as three friends can be. I know what youre picturingthree beautiful young women having pillow fights in their underwearbut real life is seldom that perfect. As much as I would have loved to see my friends strip down to their bras and panties for a good old-fashioned pillow fight, it was not meant to be. Over the years I was lucky enough to see them in nothing but their skivvies, yet that was as far as things ever got. They knew I was a lesbian and, though I seriously.