Their dildos were absent, and they rested next to me gloriously naked. Stacey whispered in my ear, "Girl, that's what loving women means. Now, ya need...to figure out what you are."Enjoying their caresses, I considered my predicament, and the consideration shined a light upon me in a sudden dawn of courage.I was a queer! Fuck the world. Fuck everything. I loved women, loved their smells, loved their touches, and loved the way they loved in a sisterhood of friendship. The lesbian awakened and. They sat up so high that unless a semi pulled alongside, no one could see in, though she did like to imagine everyone seeing her firm breasts and hard nipples as she drove along.Glancing to her right, she watched as her one time boyfriend submissively sucked on Rachel’s long hard prick, kneeling on the floor of the motor home. His body was still rather straight like a boy’s, but there was a marked beginning of curves in his hips, and she knew that his breasts were starting to grow nicely,. As I got nearer I saw it was my discarded knickers, they had been picked up and dumped there, but as I picked them up I realized that had been soiled again, they were absolutely soaked, the crotch in particular was soaked in sperm, so thick, that as I opened them up the thick ooze was evident, as if he had held them close to his penis as he released along the gusset line.As I run my finger along the gusset I scooped his sperm into a pile into the palm of my hand, I held his precious life. I enjoyed the show. Suddenly bhabhi came from nowhere and sat close beside me on my right side. She held her left arm around my neck, supporting it on my shoulders. Her face was not so far from mine, and her untied side hairs were flying onto my face.I’m not sure how I felt at that specific moment. But I was paralysed, and my heartbeat went high. My heart was pounding like hell. Her body smell was like a treat from a haven for my nose. My subconscious mind was hacked at that time, and I felt.