They were something like a gang, fiercely loyal and combative and secretive and united above all by a hatred of society. And I wanted to be one of the....It was a miserable day in June when I gathered up my courage. Rainy, but the hot, sticky kind that only serves to make you sluggish and anxious and maybe give you a headache. College had let out, but I was killing brain cells all the same as a grocery store cashier. I pushed myself through morning with the thought of my midday cig break, but it. EmmaI walked into the living room and to my surprise Emma was laid sleeping on the sofa. Not like her to be home early after a night of shagging I laughed to myself as I sat on the opposite sofa to put my trainers on. I looked across at Emma sleeping and even thou it was 7am and she had been out all night on a bender and doing god knows what she looked amazing. Then she rolled over and the blanket covering her fell off the sofa to the floor. There she was in just her bra and sexy French. One of them is owned by an elderly couple who we hardly ever see, the other by our friends Ted and Sue. They have one son Stephen who we hadn’t seen for years. That changed this weekend and what a surprise it was. Stephen was staying on his own as he had to study for his university exams. Karen’s eyes lit up when she saw him. “Hello Stephen, it’s been such a long time!” “Hello Mrs Jones, nice to see you again” After the introductions we made small talk for about 10 minutes and then we left him. .been there. But to see this huge hunk of throbbing manhood merely inches away was flabbergasting. I was in such shock my jaw could have easily dropped but I didn't want to send the wrong signal."Can I get a little help please. My clitty is begging for relief." Her eyes and tone were so sad and pleading. I was tempted for a micro-second but I couldn't jeopardize my membership in the Lesbian Union so I had to decline. She immediately sensed my trepidation, murmuring, "Do you mind if I finish.