Slowly, her expression dimmed. First her eyes changed, with the light diminishing like someone inching down the dimmer on a ceiling chandelier. Then, ...ome slight change in the musculature around the lips as if trying to hold the smile in place but losing the enthusiasm for it, making it fake. Finally, the loss of the smile altogether, the shifting of the shoulders, tilt of the head, the little indications she felt rebuffed. She pulled her hand away from me and looked away for a moment before. She said she had discovered that about herself when she was about fourteen, and kissed her first girl. Wally had known all along about her fondness for women, and had been ok with it at first. He had always told her as long as she was discreet, her occasional forays with girls were fine with him. Then he began wanting to join in, which was also ok for awhile, until he began paying more attention to the other women, than to her. When she started complaining, his solution was to bring in. As her breathing slowed, I let my fingers retrace their path between her legs. Her juices had now started to leak out and run down the inside of her thighs. I reached further and began to play with her clit, something which I knew she loved, and which had become part of moments like this. When I felt the time was right, I spoke to her in my most tender voice.“Thank you, Marta, you may kneel back down on the floor when you’re ready.”She remained where she was, d****d over my knees, allowing her. Beth lay quietly on the upper berth, when she felt a hand sliding up her leg until it encountered her panty clad vagina! "Okay, Beth," Mac whispered, "down in my bunk now!!!" To scared to resist, Beth slid down to the floor and stood waiting Mac to give her further orders! "Strip for me, cunt" Mac ordered, "and make it snappy!!!" For the first time since she met her, Mac made some approving comments, but unfortunately for Beth, they were about how pretty her body was and how she was going to.