MissPeaches: ?What is??Soccermom: ?My umm?.my pussy is getting wet.? (Horrifying myself that I?m even typing this)MissPeaches: ?You?re what? You don?... have a pussy, I have a pussy. What do you have??Soccermom: (gulp) ?A cunt.? (Stop this now control yourself.)MissPeaches: ?That?s right, mommyslut, you?re learning. Now puta tell me what you are wearing??Soccermom: ?Ummm, just a pair of jeans and a sweater.?MissPeaches: ?I mean everything stupid.?Soccermom: ?Oh, (blushing), well a bra and. ”“I’m glad,” I responded despite that that was the last thing I remembered until Rhee turned within my arms.“Oh, Meka. When did you join us?”“About a half-hour ago. I’ve been lying here quietly, my hand on Beth’s breast, just reveling in how ... satisfying being with you girls is. I’ve missed the closeness of really good friends, and the closeness I used to have was nothing like this closeness.”She sighed, then said, “I’m confused about Kim. Monday was ... pretty good. At least, I enjoyed it,. So it was that by Saturday afternoon I had driven us the hundred or so miles down the coast to make it our haven. The cottage I had got looked out onto the sea, up above the town on the high cliffs. It had only two rooms, one was all we needed. The nearest house was half a mile away. It was perfect. We unloaded the food we had bought in the kitchen area and breathed in the cool air of a Spring day.We managed ten minutes of skirting around the thoughts on our minds before we touched. Just enough. I can’t call it love making because the term makes me want to bite off my own tongue, I don’t however want to call it “Fucking” either because a fuck is cheap, any day of the week you can get one and it leaves a nasty taste like the hangover from a cheap bottle of red. I settle for “I want you” it’s simple but effective! Your reply makes me smile “You can have me” you say but really I can’t, not the way I would like. This is magic remember and though magic is wonderful, I’m no fool, it’s just.