We kissed again, my hands on her back and her fingers in my hair. Her lips tasted like champagne, a taste I didn’t necessarily love, but too wasted ...o care I swirled my tongue around hers and enjoyed it. Then she broke the kiss and moved down, down, down, pulling my purple thong off and opening my legs like a portal, she went straight to it and licked around, I moaned, enjoying the first sensation as it grew, she went back up and kissed me again, sliding her hand down to my pussy and pushing a. Just because you're a closet case doesn't mean that he has to be!" I confronted Monica directly now."Closet case? Me, no, I'm no dyke! I like men! I enjoy sex with men! There, I admitted what a slut I am, too. Happy! If you're going to throw stones, throw the right ones. I'm an adulteress, not a rug-munching lezzie!" Monica confessed to everyone's astonishment ... I had just set the trap, not thinking that she would actually fall into it."That's an ... interesting declaration from the. "Amy was dressed in a top from one of her bikinis and wore a short, pleated skirt. She did look hot, especially when she turned and flipped the skirt up showing us both her pretty little bare butt, a pink pair of vertical wet lips peeking back."Shit, girl, you've got your fucking clothes on," my sister cried, "I better rethink my outfit. What kind of party is this, big brother?" Just some guys, that's all," I answered as I put out bowls of nuts and some cheese spread and crackers.So, we chatted. As the girl got into the driver's side he said, "I'm Bob Harris."She replied, "I'm Susan Martin." She put out her hand and he took it, receiving a firm, warm shake in return. She started the car and pulled back out onto the highway. "So, what are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere anyway?"Bob told her about the short cut and his meeting in Montreal the next morning. He found himself telling her about the company he worked for and his sales job. Suddenly he realized he had been running.