."You may call me Alan when I'm dressed like that. How would you like usto make this night very special?" What... what do you mean?" Geoffrey stuttere... hesitantly."I know how you feel about me. You have very pure and chivalrousfeelings. You have me most honoured. The least I can do for you is togive you what you've longed for since you came to live with us." But... I thought you were a lesbian?" I guess I could say I am. Listen, Geoffrey, this is rather complicated,and I guess we'll talk about. I croaked again, “Tiff what are you doing. That isn’t right.” “It’s ok little brother. As long as we don’t touch it is fine. I know you want to jerk off. It is ok. I want to feel what they are feeling right now. Please stroke your dick while I rub my pussy. As long as we don’t touch it is ok.”She repeated that same mantra a couple more times I am certain it was to convince herself as much as it was me. I began stroking slowly uneasy about the whole situation. I tried to keep my eyes fixed on in. "The feeling..." "Ssh," she whispered as she took my face in her hands. Fran brought her face to mine and we kissed again. Her soft lips touched mine and we began moving our faces in a slow synchronous rhythm. Her lips parted at almost the same time as mine and our tongues touched for the first time and began a dance of mutual pleasure. She rested her hand on my stomach and our temperatures continued to rise. Her lips were hot and soft. Her tongue was wet and slippery. Her fingernails danced on. She was not a morning person, so she was still unsure why she took a 10:00 am class. In the midst of all of her inner grumbling about the time and how early it was and how she would much rather still be in bed, it dawned on her that today was Monday morning. The 10:00 am class that she was busy dreading, was Art History. She quickly stopped dreading it and started looking forward to it. She would finally see Professor Scott today after the long spring break week. She perked up and headed out to.