..”I knew immediately he was referring to my completely nude pubic area. I did it for him.I lifted the tails of my blouse in a mock curtsy.“You ar... absolutely gorgeous.”His compliment gave me confidence. I readjusted my stance, hip distance, boldly widening the gap between my thighs and feeling a coolness in the slight parting of my slit. My wetness surged again and fought a fleeting fear that I might actually drip.“Please,” he said, motioning me toward him with two fingers.I walked around his. He rises up and kisses me hard and I can taste myself on his lips and feel his fingers once again stroking my soft flesh. The other hand envelops my breast taking the whole of it and teasing the already hard dark nipple there. He takes it in his mouth and the tongue starts to work again. As I slide off the chair to join him on the floor I feel the warm fur of the rug pressing into me as his body presses onto mine. Suddenly he sits up, his hands slide into my hair as he goes to stand. Worried I. I would plan a trip for us, a big, big trip to the places whose names haunted my atlas. Marrakesh, Nepal, Kashmir, Ceylon ... Sarah would have a gap year to last a lifetime. Wouldn't it seem entirely natural for two young women to go travelling together, for security and companionship? Maybe we would never return, or not until lesbians were treated like normal people. Was there anywhere we could go where life was like that? Berlin ... or Paris ... America. New York, Los Angeles, perhaps San. I don't know how I kept driving. I wanted to stop the truck and grab her and fuck her. We were both drunk with lust, desperate to get into the room and into each other's bodies.I parked the truck and we ran up to our door. I fiddled with the key, "Hurry up and open the damn door, " she said, pressing her tits against my arm. When I finally opened the door, she slammed it shut, pushed me hard against it, trying to get my pants down. I grabbed her dress by the hem, trying to pull it up but our.