She was as solid in our friendship as she was in the goal.Sandy sensed my confusion the moment I walked in the door."What's wrong?" It's Steve and thi... stupid bet!"She nodded her head in sympathy."You looked like you were enjoying it Saturday. What happened?"I took a deep breath. Would I be violating Steve's confidence? I wasn't sure. I decided to go ahead."Last night he told me he was into BDSM." Was, past tense," Sandy replied.What? That was her response? Then I realized why."You knew."She. It felt like fire was rushing through her veins. Her climax passed and Amy crawled up to kiss her briefly.Amy sat up and Roxy watched wide-eyed as Amy sliced her wrist open. She placed her wrist over Roxy's mouth and almost hissed."Drink of me," I could never..." Roxy started."Shut-up and drink now," Amy ordered and pressed her wrist to Roxy's open mouth."Drink of me, if you would recover," Amy continued.Roxy did as told until the blood flow stopped and the cut began to heal. Amy slid down and. We eat. We play games. We talk. We dream. Maybe that’s the most important thing. I’ve always been able to share my music with other musicians—in the orchestra, ensembles, performing. I’ve never been able to share my dreams,” Cindy said.We were all quiet and, if anything, Cindy relaxed further, leaning back against me. Betty finished her tea and I saw Mom nod at her. The two women stood up.“I’m sure everyone will be back from the ballgame soon,” Mom said. “It’s midnight. I’m exhausted and need. Next was a pudgy black guy with glasses and a fat black guy with a flattop haircut. Both appeared roughly her age.Maddie looked at the security camera and was doubly excited. Not only was she turned on at the thought of initiating the gangbang she had in mind, but by the thought that others would be watching and maybe even participating. Her nipples became hard like diamonds, her clit throbbed like a well scratched mosquito bite; her pussy leaked like a 1976 Mercury Bobcat that was hit by a.