I looked down at my crotch, the outline of my pussy was so pronounced, had my thong been flesh colored, I was convinced I i would look naked, from a d...stance, but black was so cool.I run my fingers along the 'V' and felt the sensations, soon a complete stranger would see me dressed like this, and I felt a surge of warmth push from my pussy, I was wet and getting wetter.There was a quiet knock on my door, at first I was not sure that it was, then he knocked again and I nearly jumped from my. My parents, my job...” Mr. Downey. Why was she thinking about him right now? “Is there someone else?” “No.” She didn’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. “Someone at work?” Feeling like her heart would stop, Sarie met her gaze. “What are you talking about?” “You used to talk about that girl Angie a lot. The lesbian.” Her voice lowered, lips pursed. “Are you interested in her?” She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She couldn’t lie. Not when asked point blank. Not to Melinda. Her ex. The following is what I discovered. I disconnected the phone line to insure no interruptions. I kept the door open because there was no air conditioning in this place and I needed some sort of airflow through the house. No stereo or television, I did all I could to block as many obstructions as possible. The closest thing to outside noise was the sound of birds chirping in the tree outside my house. Fortunately our house was at the end of the road, a good quarter mile from the highway, which. She didn't have a boyfriend at this point so I began wondering how to convince her to be my first subject to hone my skills on.We got along pretty well and she was not the tattletale kind so I decided to just come out with it one afternoon after school while we were at the kitchen table having cookies."Um, I found a videotape Mom has about massage," I started."Oh, shit, you found it? Have you watched it?" Uh, yeah, you know about it?" Oh, come on, I've looked around Mom's stuff, too, you're not.