She was wearing black bra and panties (my fav color). She came and removed my t-shirt, and then she pushed me on the bed, started kissing my forehead,...eyes, cheeks n lips. I was playing with her boobs when she was doing this. She then kissed my chest, bit my nipples, she slowly reached my jeans removed it in a flash along with my underwear. My dick was fully erect giving her a salute. She took it in her hand and started stroking it saying “it feels so good to hold a dick after so many years”.. He might even know about Mom. He is pretty smart. Maybe I'll ask him." No, please don't."I was sitting outside the motel at three p.m. on Friday. I saw Whitney drive up and park around back where her car wouldn't be easily noticed. Five minutes later Mike drove up and parked beside her. Whitney got out of her car and started walking towards the front entrance. Six minutes later she came out and went up to the second tier. She waved at Mike who was still in his car. It was going to be a long. ‘I never want this to end.’ ‘I know,’ she said. ‘I’ve been forcing myself to pretend it’s never going to happen but you have to get back to college and I have showings scheduled. There’s no way we can make it work.’ ‘Please don’t say there’s no way,’ I said, tears in my eyes. ‘I have to have that hope something will come to us.’ ‘Don’t start crying on me now, you silly goose. You know what that does to me.’ Already I saw the glistening of a tear in her eyes. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, quickly. Furthermore, their mutual desire for some kind of forbidden framework to outline their relationship meant that over their years as lesbian lovers together, Trish and Drea had quite devotedly come to also regard each other as "sisters", to magnify their feelings for one another and their closeness. As siblings was the context in which they always fucked each other's brains out therefore, and how they indulged in the most wanton sexual fantasies together. They lived in, existed in, sin, loving.