"James. You are killing yourself, and you are killing Zoe. Why? Why would you do this? Why would you hurt an innocent girl who is deeply in love with ...ou?" Zoe? Is Zoe hurt? How? Who hurt her? I'll fucking kill him!" You did, you asshole! YOU hurt her. You are killing her, just like you are killing yourself. You want to commit suicide? Fine, but you can't treat my sister like this, you can't torture her." Tears were streaming down Stacy's cheeks now, sobs shaking her shoulders and her hand,. She closed her eyes and gasped, but gave no other sign of what had happened. “You good?” I asked a little worriedly. “Very. Keep going,” she whispered, opening her eyes and reaching her hands up to caress my face. Encouraged, I pulled almost the way out and then drove it in again, getting faster and harder with each entry. Chloe seemed lost in the moment, letting out soft cries as each impact jarred her body and made her tits wobble. Smiling up at me, she caressed my chest and arms as I fucked. "Hi there, I'm Arleen, you must be Melody?" She asked.Some people say the first kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted into one and other, their arms folding and touching each other's skin and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted and explored each other's mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and they were oblivious to the people around them and the comments about 'getting a room'They. The third stop was a pub crawl that would continue the false image that this was a normal bachelorette party; the shots, the embarrassing silly tasks, the dirty dancing ... Then when everyone else thought the day was done, they would take Susanne to the last, top secret, stop ... the very exclusive ... the very upper class ... Le Chateau Club. A women's only, lesbians club (see Bedding the Babysitter 2 and A Lesbian Love Story of Sorts to see two other stories that partially take place in Le.