I kissed Sasha, earning a stern look, and took off with Diana. We held hands as we walked around the store. Our first stop was the butcher counter and...I explained the cuts of pork I wanted and the thickness.“I like it when the meat is thick.”“Me too!” said a voice behind me.“Sasha, are you stalking Diana and me?”“No! I heard her talking about your thick meat.”“Maybe I’ll just keep to myself on Monday.”“You want to see your meat get burnt really fast?”Diana and I laughed, and I swatted Sasha on. I saw it.Me: saw it! Where? How can you see…Did you see it in porn!?He: umm…Me: Really Sam, it is disgusting. You are watching so much to remember exact position and you are making me try them.He: Baby please listen. I have almost stopped watching porn baby. That was just one time. You know I love you(Then he started kissing my arm and all, you know trying to tell me that he is into the relationship)Me: But still baby. It makes me sick that my boyfriend feels the need to watch porn.He: I know. "I wondered when you’d get around to telling everyone," she said. I looked at her questioningly. She told me that she’d known for ages that something was going on. She’d noticed in yoga classes that my body had been changing dramatically. I protested that I had been careful to bind my breasts when I was doing yoga, but she told me it was my hips and butt more than anything else that had given the game away. I shrugged. Whatever. At least she was still my friend. She asked me if I wanted to be. .here it is".Her enthusiasm was intoxicating, but it seemed a little too accommodating. I started to feel like I understood her point of knowing what it felt like to love, and feel it at the same time. I smiled as her fingers played around, and she invited me to take action. I didn't waste any time. Kneeling, then laying down with her forming a T, I immediately buried my face into her. She almost screeched at the sensation. But once my lips cupped around her clitoris, they turned to loud moans..