I could feel my pussy getting wet, and my nipples hardening on my chest. Lesbian sex! Like all guys, I was entranced by it, but I never would have t...ought I'd have a chance to have some. How could I refuse? It would certainly be interesting. And what a memory to have when I returned to being myself again! "All right," I said. Lisa's head jerked up. That obviously wasn't the answer she was expecting. But she didn't waste much time, now that I agreed. She got up from her position, seated. It was a Friday evening and my delight, I did not even have to use stratagem, since my mother offered me her even sleep with her because of the storm.This rarely happened yet, but I was always sure that the nights of storm there was a chance that this happens.So she lay on her back, gently griping against the bad weather and a little joke on the fact that it does not touch me and that men really sleep in any condition.Then she relaxed and turned her back with me.I approached, and then sticking. There's an odd flirtatious, teasing feel to this.Liv runs to her blouse and picks it up. She looks around. The light above her turns off, and a different ceiling light turns on nearby. Her bra sits on a lone folding chair. Clearly the mystery person set that chair up. Liv runs to it and picks up her bra."Hello? Who's playing around?"Of course there's no answer. The light above her turns off. Down the hall in another storage area a ceiling light turns on. She runs over but it's not her. Just let me see thenext couple of pages.? He said to her, and she laid her head on his kneeand lolled into a restful doggie nap. Page after page of ?poor boy? and?oh, what a dear child; minutes turned into an hour until he got to anentry that was jarring.?July 18, 1995. Dear Hortense?.? Same beautiful cursive; so lovinglycrafted but the beauty lay not in the expression, but the heart that thewords expressed.?He?s finally admitted he?s sad. Week after week of kind attention tothese old.