I sat next to her. “Honey, I’m sorry you saw that. I have been so hot lately and could not help myself.”I said, “Mom, you were so…so….” ...��Horny?” she asked.“No……sexy,” I managed to say, very embarrassed. “Where did you get those shoes?” I again managed to ask.“Those? Oh, last month I was out with an associate for lunch and I saw a woman on the street wearing them. When I remarked about the height of the heels, my associate, Joan, you might know her, called them ‘whore shoes’ She had a pair and. I waved at them from the rear of the trolly as it began to trundle back towards the hotel.I noticed a very hunky black man sitting across from me on the other bench seat at the back. He was staring at me in a very forthright way and was licking his full sensuous lips. His eyes roved over my generous eighteen year old chest and down my legs. I normally would have been repulsed by this behavior, but I found I was enjoying him looking at me.I looked down at myself and realized my nipples had. She had a smile on her face. I smooched her and laid her back on the bed. I was again pressing her boobs and I was enjoying it. I kept smooching her and rubbed by hand on her pussy over her shorts. She gave a big aaahhh. I got up, removed my shirt and proceeded to remove her shorts. She was looking at me, a little nervous. I removed her shorts and she was lying there in just her black bra and matching panties. I kissed her inner thighs. She shivered. I removed her bra and got a look at her. And I fucked Jennifer. And she fucked me. We agreed to never speak of it again, of course, but I lost my virginity to a woman. With her fingers and mine, you see. Part of me reasoned for a short time that this was our punishment from Jehovah, but why wouldn’t I have been killed, too? There’s no justice in sparing one girl for lesbian stuff and killing another. For that matter, why would Philippa still be alive, or Mom? Or you! Yeah, that just doesn’t add up! Nothing against you, of course. You.