“Do what you did a few weeks ago. After the first day of school when we went to your room and you painted me. Arthur ... Kiss my breasts.”I’d be...n wanting to do that ever since the first time. I loved feeling them in my hands, but that one light kiss of her nipples that afternoon had lit a primal desire in my lips that I couldn’t explain. I lowered my face and pushed her sweater and cami up, not waiting to expose her breasts, but started kissing her stomach as I lifted her sweater. Annette. Of course she brought up the fact that she had not been with a man since her husband left almost a year ago and she herself wasn’t interested in a relationship. As we talked, she moved close to me and by the time the band took a break she had moved her chair right next to mine. It was fairly dark in the back where we sat with light being provided by lighted candles on the tables. I was lost in her beauty as we started another round drinks and she put her hand on my thigh which I covered with. She remembered the first time she'd sucked his cock and how embarrassed he'd been at his response to her lips and tongue. In the weeks since, she'd told him again and again how much she loved taking his load in her mouth and he wasn't embarrassed anymore.Now she pursed her lips and pretended she was about to suck the boy's prick into her mouth. Her fingers worked faster and harder on her cunt as she worked her lips over the imaginary cock.Reaching for a wash-cloth, she rubbed it between her. The older woman and the younger woman seem to be cuddling closer together as they join the conversation. And actually, still very shy, the younger woman does speak up some too.Needless to say, the bar at the Wilde Peacock is filled with laugher and camaraderie. The only thing that would make it better, Abbie reflects, is if Phoebe would have a mate too.Thinking that, Abbie’s mind starts to wander and wonder. While Phoebe can appear femdom at times, she really wants someone to keep her under.