She thought she would have a sleepless night but the movement of the train finally put her to sleep.“Boston in 15 minutes, ma’am”, said the manG...ace didn’t need to be reminded. She was ready. As she got out of the station, she took the first cab to the Excelsior Hotel. She kept her instructions in her coat pocket and checked them once in a while. She expected to be nervous and anxious but she was surprisingly calm. She wore her most attractive dress, her wide hat and she looked great. Everyone. She sat. Wondering what would happen next. Feeling like a foolish virgin child. He turned to face her, leaning back on his hands. And sighed."You know I want you," he told her.She nodded."I think you want me, too".She nodded again."It's just sex," he said.She nodded a third time, still unable to make a sound. Fear, and excitement, and lust were making her body hum. Her heart pounded, and she trembled slightly. They sat in silence for a short while. Then finally, she stood, swallowing hard as. She whispered something that made the fair skinned belle shudder. Their lips met for a tender kiss. In short order, tender gave way to lusty. Their bodies pressed hard against each other. Their mouths opened for a passionate tongue duel. Patrick’s own mouth opened, but in surprise rather than lust. The black haired woman noticed his gawking. ‘Hey bud,’ she called, ‘you have a problem with lesbians?’ ‘Um, no,’ Patrick tried to assured then. ‘In fact, I like lesbians very much.’ ‘Yeah,’ giggled. I take them both in my fingers and rub them, teasing them. I pinch them and they get stiffer in between my fingers. I let out a soft moan as I gently tug on them, they are so sensitive. When I play with them it sends tingles all the way down to my pussy, and it starts to get wet. I sit down on my bed and relax against my pillows. I have one hand still playing with my nipples and the other goes down my stomach, small tickles all the way down to the top on my pussy. I stop myself and start to rub.