I think our non bestial like minded hobbies possibly clinched the solemn agreement to meet. Much had passed through the dark ether clouds before we ar...anged to meet. It was a motorway service station, mid way between his farm in Kent and my place in Wiltshire and even the coming together was awkward in that both of us were somewhat reticent so we were both fifteen minutes late, sat parked in our vehicles, thinking were we doing the right things, was it a trap and about showing our faces, but I. I pretend to observe the garden and the trees through the French doors but totally aware of her heat and the occasional sweep of her dress as she moves. I move back as she does and we touch. She glances at me, gives a quick gasp as she realises then turns back as I shake my head. Her butt pushs out to touch mine and I push gently against the pressure. We surreptitiously lean against each other enjoying the warmth and silent sharing. I chuckle and turn to lean against the door frame. She is. I undressed and crawled into bed. As I thought about what had happened and my role in it all, I couldn't blame Sissy one bit for being angry. I was surprised that Sissy's love for me was so deep, in my defense I would have never had sex with Jill if I had known. I knew Tori was history now. Sissy would probably tell a 'secret' to the biggest blabbermouth in school and her reputation would be over in a day. That was okay with me because she deceived me also. I now was overcome with the shame of. It served the little black slut right, as far as Ann was concerned. She watched with great interest as she enjoyed seeing her best friend punish the young black woman in her stead. It was hard to believe Dee had been having sex with them for months now, it seemed like only yesterday that all of this had started. Kim’s mind drifted back to their first time and her nipples stiffened at the thought. Dee was the lesbian sex slave of Ann Taylor, Kim’s sorority sister. Ann was Kim’s lover and her.