" Your hand gently touches my erection and squeezes. In that instant, I see that you are toying with me! You don’t mean that gibberish about wrong ...nd sin. You’re just messing with my mind! You want me to fuck you! And I want you to want me to fuck you! I kiss your lips, brutally hard. I probe my tongue into your mouth. My fingers are pushing deeper into your vagina and you're getting even wetter. Your pelvis begins to thrust up against my hand. "Please, daddy, don't... don't... I don't want. "Whatever it is.....don't worry Martha....we are friends and I will try not tojudge....I don't know if I can help, but I will if I can," I told her."The truth is, Robin.....when you confided to me that you were....uh...genderflexible....no...I guess that's not right..." Has this something to do with my biological anomaly? We are friends, but mypersonal life is my own." No dear, I didn't mean to imply anything, but from what you've told me youmight have experience and knowledge that can help. Darlene soon learned that there were other girls just like Tiffany.Tiffany was happy to introduce her to a lot of new friends. Darlene foundout that all these girls had a special name. But she had to be carefulbecause saying you were a lesbian needed to be kept secret. It was not agood thing to share. Even though Darlene felt good about discoveringherself, Tiffany, who was a year older and much wiser, advised her tokeep it quiet. She told her that Darlene had to be undercover and pretendto like. Her moans were soft, but insistent, and I could tell her climax wasapproaching. I reached up and pulled her forward so that she was on herhands and knees, her tantalizingly dark-lipped cunt just above my mouth. AsI began licking rapidly at her clit, I brushed my hand down her ass. BeforeI even had a chance to slip a finger into her wetness, the tremors of herorgasm began--her moans intensified to a slightly higher pitch, but neverreally got very loud; she let her body do the talking. I.