You rise smoothly to your feet, and I find that you are much taller than my five feet three inches, probably by nearly six inches. Your hand cups my ...ussy, giving it a squeeze, as you lean slightly downwards and our mouths meet in a long probing saliva-mingling kiss. As you stood up, my hands slipped down to your waist, and I marvel in amazement at the feeling of having a grown woman – a woman actually more than twice my age – in my arms as a ... as a ... yes! as a lover, a lesbian lover!Now. " she looked down again. "It's just ... like you said ... before," she obviously fought back tears. "They cut my hours at work. We haven't been getting many customers, and I ... I wanted to give Katie a good Christmas..." Tears started to roll down her face."Hey, hey don't start that," I said. I hugged her and pulled her close to me. I loved the feel of her body close to mine. I buried my face in her hair and smelled the sweet aroma of her shampoo and perfume. "Look, it's okay if you do it for. “But it’s not right that they should fuck her. Or me for that matter.” “Well, it makes a break from the packing. And you’ll both be getting extra rations for your efforts.” Indeed, this was true as Tracey found out when many hours later, the conveyor belt stopped and all the girls queued up at a formica top table where their dinner was doled out. This was a wholly unappetising collection of stewed meat and over-boiled vegetables served on a metal dish with more white bread and a bowl of. You may suppose what a prospect of enjoyment this opened out. Until then we continued our excessive delights with an allowed participation, every three days, of poor Tom, who fancied he was sole possessor, but to do him justice, I must say, he always regretted Louisa’s obstinacy in refusing my participation.‘But never mind, Harry,’ he used to say, ‘when once she is my wife, and we have settled in Paris, by hook or by crook, I’ll make her have you. Besides, you know,’ said he, ‘when you are.