Like many other college girls, she was familiar with the works of the female pulp author who's fiction dealt with the attraction of females to other f...males. Those works were surriptiously passed from hand to hand, dealing with lesbianism as they were."Which do you like better, 'Another Kind of Love' or 'Twilight Girls'," enquired Pam casually."Definitely 'Twilight Girls'," replied Missy. "Its a wonderful story of self-discovery, I think." The blonde woman blushed slightly. "Beyond the sexual. With the other hand she massaged his balls and reached between to rub all they way between his ass and balls. Without even realizing it I too had pulled my own cock out and involuntarily I was doing the same play by play to myself. I was almost ashamed that I was allowing this but at this point I just couldn't stop. I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life with the site of my wife handling this boy with the concentration that I haven't seen since we were teens ourself. Suddenly. CHAPTER IILori slowly turned around, lifting her feet one at a time to try to ease the high discomfort she felt from the ballet boots, and kept up a keening cry, alternating with moans. Her strict position left her in a quandary; hurting in her feet and toes, her arched arms and stressed shoulders, her poor pussy and tightly clamped nipples, her head arched painfully backward by the hair tie. Still, she was nevertheless all too aware to the sexual urgency she was feeling, competing with her. It’s an ideal place for our lads to share together this summer. I’m sure you’ll feel the same in a day or so and I have a lovely little room ready for you” Iris would have to be in her mid thirties like myself yet had that confidence of a woman in control. She was wearing jodhpurs and as we came up to the stable yard it occurred to me she rode horses. “Do you ride much Iris?” I asked peering into the stable. “Only a hack round the lanes when the weather’s OK; how about yourself?” “Well, I.