I felt naughty. Further advance toward the lower neck. My hands started touching her chest. She was wearing a t-shirt. (She is a brave girl, I never s...en her wearing sari or Churidar, but jeans and t-shirt always). I was doubtful to go further, she was relaxed and was watching tv. I gently pulled the skin and started a diff type of massage. It arouses anyone – sure. It worked and she breathed heavily – but again leaned back and relaxed .I moved my hands up and touched the upper area of her left. Not to mention crazy. Okay, I admit I had fooled around with my best friend, Lori, when I was in high school, but that was just curiosity about sex and everyone does the experimenting with sexuality in general. I mean really that’s where masturbation comes from, right? But I had never thought of myself as being labeled “Bisexual” or “a Lesbian”. Those words scared me a little bit, not to mention I was a happily married woman to a great guy. What would my sweet husband, James, have to say. This time I positioned her on the counter, fingering her pussy to get it good and wet. I dropped my pants and eased into her now familiar velvet tunnel. I held my finger up to her lips to remind her to keep quiet, so she kissed me while we fucked. Her pussy made a slurping sound as I drove my cock deep into her. She used her vaginal muscles to clamp my cock, greatly increasing my pleasure. Suddenly she moved her legs up over my shoulders forcing me out of her pussy. Her eyes said it all—“Fuck. . I can’t believe it’s you versus a whole country and I’m a little worried for the country,” said Emily.Kiki smiled at that, oddly flattered. “Anyway, enough Japan. You went way more places than I did. What have you been up to?”“Well, I slept with Nick.” Emily ventured. After a beat, she added. “And Pilar and Tanvi ... pretty much all at once.”“Wow, that’s certainly progress.” Kiki offered. “Pretty soon, you could be just like me.”“I hope so,” said Emily. “That’s one of the things I wanted to.