”“Yes, that’s everyone’s inherent right.”“Yes, but there’s usually a reason for it. I don’t think I was rude or anything…Not abusive...at all. But suddenly it was as if I had been. And when we started kissing, she was pretty enthusiastic…and even when she…locked down on me she agreed whenever I suggested the next step, because it was hard to tell if she was just…passive? or maybe unsure?”“Yes, it’s an odd dance we dance. Even me at times, I suppose. But you shouldn’t worry about that part; you’ll. Sometimes she would wear her silky rode with matching nightgown underneath. One night after daughter was in bed we sat watching the tube. Some idle chatting about that had happen during the day and in the past. My mom who was wearing her silky robe was quizzing me about ex. I told her she knew most of it from when she lived with us. After she had moved out the ex got even crazier and so I divorced her and got custody of daughter. When she moved a couple of times I noticed she wasn't wearing any. Beyond that, while we were engaged to be married, she fucked a co-worker. And on a few occasions she tried to fuck my best friend. Drinking too much and coming on to him right in front of me. I would have allowed it if he wasn’t married as well. I didn’t want her to fuck up his marriage and my friendship with him. I tried to arrange things at one point for a swapping situation on New Year’s Eve the year before, but his wife wasn’t open to it, so it never happened. My friend was fine with it. Sheila noticed Linda had her thong. Betty mounted her bitch like a pro, both girls squeezing each other’s sizeable boobs, thongs bathing in saliva meeting in a wet kiss. The girls had trimmed their cunt hair and the older women watched from behind as the two pairs of cunt lips moved together, lips fitting nicely into cracks, Betty’s ass crack opening up as her muscles worked to satisfy her girl. Up top, Sheila watched as the two young girls traded thongs without breaking their saliva kiss,.