Jordan pulled his arm around to reveal a plain, baby blue, ginghamdress."Oh, my God!" Robbie jumped up and hugged Jordan. "That's so nice,Jordie! Why ...ould you make me a dress." Look," Jordan smiled, unfolding a paper envelope from his apronpocket. The envelope was a commercial product with the word'Simplicty' written across the top and, in an older style of artwork,a picture of young women in three various versions of essentially thesame dress. One of those women bore a striking resemblance to. Lesbian advances aren't really for her either.She told me that she quite likes the intimacy that another woman's touch can have but it doesn't really do much for her. Having said that, she does like to play act for me, knowing how much I love the sight of two women pleasuring each other. I guess, it's the old, 'time will heal' thing. She's certainly very good at meeting people and I am sure she will, one day, meet Mr. Right.It might be that she'll eventually accomodate her religious beliefs. She lay there, while my cock deflated, and kissed me. “You know it’s a bad time of the month for me to have unprotected sex,” she said.I pulled away from her kiss. “What do you mean? You’re protected ... aren’t you?”“Not exactly,” she replied. She rose up on her elbows and rolled away from me, sitting on the edge of the mattress in one smooth operation. “Gotta go,” she added, and headed for the shower. A trail of semen was running down her left leg. It reminded me that I was wet with our. I thought of trying my luck with that aunty. Slowly I placed my hands on on her boobs over the blanket. I slowly started applying some pressure and there is response from her. I don’t know whether she is in deep sleep or enjoying my acts by closing her eyes. Then I slowly inserted my hand into the blanket and placed my hand on her hand. First time I’m feeling her skin. Still there is no response from her. Then I slowly placed my hand over her right boob and started pressing it slowly. Still no.