Now at this point, I was half smitten, but tried to retain a bit of professionalism by suggesting that it wouldn't be necessary, to which she replied,..."Nonsense. Look, we're both women, and this way, it would save time and give me a better visual how the style or cut might also look on me." We're both women. Now that, sounded reasonable to me. My back to her, I unbuttoned my top then hung it carefully on a hanger. She barely looked at me while she continued to grab pairs and tried them on. ’ ‘What was it again?’ ‘How are you so sure that I don’t like you?’ ‘You’re way older, you just can’t.’ ‘How do you figure?’ ‘I’m nineteen, you’re twenty-five. You can do better.’ ‘No I can’t. There’s no one, NO ONE, better for me than you.’ ‘Please stop building up my hopes. It’s just going to hurt more when I wake up.’ ‘You aren’t dreaming, sweetheart.’ ‘There’s no way that this is real.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘We’re from two different worlds!’ ‘So what? I love you.’ ‘You’re lying.’ ‘No I’m not.’ ‘Prove. Carrie and Melissa were lovers. Not often, and never to anyone's knowledge, but they loved to kiss and play with each other's soft, womanly bodies. On unspoken agreement, Carrie shifted from where she had been riding Chris so that she could kiss Melissa, her little hands skimming Melissa's body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples the way she knew Melissa liked it. Shawn watched as his lover played with her friend, then slid his dick into Melissa's pussy just as Melissa slid down and. When her fingers wrapped around his cock he couldn't move, he just froze. I could see that she was massaging his cock through his pants. After a couple minutes of fondling she said, “I bet it’s a size eight at least.” We were near one of those round racks that had stuff hanging to the floor, trench coats I think. When Georgette started to unzip his pants the guy stammered, “What are you doing?” “I’m going to measure you better,” she said. “Here in the fucking store?” the guy whispered, red.