She made her way to the bar at the far end of the room as a mature woman with a blond bob spotted her and waved her over. ‘Beth, sweetie you look s...unning!’ the woman stood and embraced Beth lightly, a peck on the same cheek as her husband had just done. ‘Love the shoes!’ she exclaimed. ‘Thanks, Candice, you look great too. Is the hair new?’ Beth queried. Candice used a hand to pat the underside of her immaculate ash blonde bob. ‘New-ish,’ she replied, ‘I had it done a few weeks back but am. Can you just trust me?”Liz smiled and nodded.“I didn’t mean to ... spy on you,” she said. “I came out to show you my bikini so you wouldn’t try to molest me as soon as you saw me.”“Do you really think I’m not going to try to molest you anyway?” I asked.Liz’s smile widened.“Well ... to be honest ... I always thought that getting felt up under the waterfall might be sort of hot,” she said. “So ... the thought of molestation by your hands did cross my mind. Wanna see?”“Well, yeah,” I said. “But I. I almost slapped my own face to snap me out of it, but before I could her voice interrupted my thoughts.“There’s a bottle of lotion on bedstand,” she said sweetly. When I looked up, she was lying face down on the bed. My raging hardon was yelling for me to jump on and go to town, but somehow all I did was pick up the lotion and crawl up onto the bed alongside her.“Start with my shoulders, honey,” she said. It was still soft, but somehow it sounded more like an order. I should have yanked down. She tried her best to confine them to the softness and intensity of lesbian pleasure, but one of her recent visits to La Vie En Rose had yielded the phone number of a young salesclerk and her very willing boyfriend. Had it been just the girl, Kim would have succumbed by now. She was a gorgeous black honey and Kim had always enjoyed the beauty of a black woman. She had ‘borrowed’ Ann’s playmate, Dee, on a few occasions. For now, Kim was staying away from the clerk and the temptation she.