I don't know what sort of mood got us to try it: I know we'd been drinking. And silly: we'd been silly that night. And somehow it had happened. And th... next morning, I'd found myself lying in my bed, shaking with embarrassment.Me with a woman! Leah! My best friend for years! The horror of that morning still haunts me: what was going to happen? How could I face her?I should have called her right away: talked to her. But that's not me: I found myself avoiding her. Slipping away when I saw her. The woman’s pussy was barely an inch away from Gina’s face. She could smell the same odor of arousal that came from her own cunt. Hesitantly, Gina raised her head. Slowly, she stuck out her tongue. Closer, closer, then she felt her tongue touching something soft. The woman moaned. Gina could sense she was trembling. Working up her courage, Gina pressed her tongue flat against the woman’s soft folds and licked upward, drawing her tongue through the other woman’s slit, tasting another woman for. ‘Just one weekend without the kid Gary, that’s all I ask. One weekend to ourselves without your son hanging off you.’ ‘Sugar, I know you want to go away by ourselves, but he’s my son, he’s part of me. Either take both of us or none at all. It’s non negotiable.’ ‘Look Gary, I’m not saying no to every weekend, just this one weekend alone. You and I. We could go on the ferry across to Amsterdam, make it a long weekend, have some real fun, and you could see your kid during the week to make up not. ‘Want to give dinner a miss tonight but still want to see you, have something important to talk about. Pick me up in about 20 mins?’ Going back into the lounge she considered whether to tell Toby. She didn’t want to start their relationship with dishonesty, but she also didn’t want to go into a huge explanation about who Joe was and why she would be dumping someone she wasn’t actually dating. She decided that once the deed was done, a full explanation could be given afterwards, and it would be.