"Do you, like? ... us girls were wondering. I mean, it seems like you're always outside your house, working, or taking a break, or on your porch swing....." That is my favorite place to be," I added to her knowledge. "I reserve the right to be hanging out on my porch swing any time I want."She parried back, "Because it makes it easier? Back to the original question, because we were wondering: Are you like constantly checking us out?"My secret was discovered, so I lied. "I love my porch. My eyes. "John calmed down, "I'm not saying that you are but it's perfectly possible that you do have tendencies, submissive tendencies, and possibly even masochistic tendencies." I was feeling a bit irritated now, "I don't understand where this conversation is heading to, you wanted me to pick them, I did, they were hungry I took them to the pub. They put on the music and I danced with them like I will dance with anyone in a club"."Do you deny, Nina, you get excited when you think about being helpless. When she was satisfied with the task at hand, she looked up at Taeria. Noticing that her eyes were closed and she was letting out gentle incoherencies, a smirk twisted on Tiffany's lips. Redirecting her attention to the flesh before her, she trailed kisses on it, before licking down, down, down and joining her hand between Taeria's legs. Bringing both hands down, she spread her girlfriend's folds slightly. Leaning in, she placed a long, slow lick between them from the bottom to the top,. I loved watching her jiggle. Oh man she jiggled every where you wanted her to and nowhere you didn't. Her body was the most perfect it would ever be. Every thing was tight and toned and tanned and . . . and . . .fuck I wanted her!The next few hours were a lot of booze. She drank more than me, I didn't want to get too drunk, nervous about being around her. We were watching a comedy with the stereo still on in the back ground. She suddenly squealed as the DJ put her favorite song on the radio and.