“The lady and I are catching up on some difficult news.”“Very well,” he said, shrugged, and walked off.“Why don’t you sit down?” I sugge...ted. “Cause less of a disturbance.”She sat down and I continued where I’d left off.“We’re ‘celebrating’ with Harriet here the three month anniversary of her being dumped by her boyfriend, and I’m ‘celebrating’ that Penelope finished with me six months ago. That was a narrow escape. More comfort than celebration, I suppose.“Penny? She’s probably lied to you. I moved to a booth in the bar, and shortly after they paid their check and came in to sit with me. Both girls were very attractive, with pretty faces and they were both hot ,with very similar bodies. They were average height, at about 5’ 5” with small waistlines, and nicely curved asses. It was summertime, and the colorful sundresses they wore, swooped low enough in front to reveal some beautiful soft mounds of nicely tanned flesh. I couldn't help wondering what sort of nipples might be. To demonstrate a ‘hard and fast’ technique when fornicating. A term that I have myself used, and heard used, on many occasion, but seldom is it actually the case! I have been told by more than a few chaps that this is their favoured technique when having sex, when what they really should have said is they were working towards their boy scout campfire badges; ‘the best way to start a fire is by ensuring your materials are all dry and are rubbed as hard and fast as possible’, thus mistaking. I had felt something ever since the incident when she had groped me, but had tried to bury those thoughts. I suspected that Fliss had definite lesbian leanings and several times I had seen her getting more than friendly with her friends. Between us though nothing further had happened.Until one hot summers day, that is, when Paul had been called in for transplant surgery that would take many hours. Fliss and I had been sunbathing for about an hour, talking quite happily about the impending.