Often dressing modestly, many of the men at work ogled her, but she paid them no mind. Usually, she only spoke with me out of the men, only rarely fli...ting and exerting some kind of physical contact. She had a great smile that matched her golden hair, and despite her best efforts at dressing modestly, I could tell she had a deliciously curvy body.She was a true knock-out, and when she smiled at me, barely clothed and in such a stunning outfit, I thought things couldn't get better.I was. ’ ‘Well, perhaps we can use your mother’s bed. But not with her there.’ After this occasion, Maisie noticed quite a different atmosphere at home. Emma made love with her less often and more often with her mother. Maisie felt she was being punished for something she’d not done, and she believed that Emma felt the same way. Emma was actually even more affectionate with Maisie than before, but seemed obliged to spend more time with her mother. Maisie was sure that it was she rather than her. My husband stroked and petted my head like I was an animal. Which I guess I was right now—all biology and need. He leaned back into the couch. ‘Keep it up,’ he said. After a while I stopped looking at him, just enjoying the sensations, cock in my head and down my throat, hand at my cunt. I blew him for I don’t know how long, kneeling before him, frigging myself with my free hand. Best date ever. So wonderful. We’d never fight again. Ever. Then his palm pressed against my forehead. With a. . I want you to be my first woman.”“Allie, I don’t know what to say. I have been thinking about being with a woman and I really feel comfortable with you and you are my best friend and you are absolutely gorgeous and…"Reaching towards her, Allie put a finger to Jenn’s lips, signaling her to stop chattering and said, “Jenn, I’m going to kiss you now. If you don’t like it or are uncomfortable just stop me. If you like it, just relax and we’ll see where it goes.”Before Jenn could respond, Allie.