I continued in my pretense of sleeping as the bus sped through the dark countryside, my raised leg wavering in unison with every bump in the road, fin...lly coming to rest on the back of the seat in front, conveniently exposing the 'V' of my crotch and the pale skin overtones beneath the netted black lace panal, that covered my cunt.I felt the cool air from the conditioner blowing across my exposed crotch, and now in such a position, surely he must respond with some action of his own, as I. We pulled into the driveway of Lillith's modest two-bedroom house in the North Raleigh suburbs. "Lillith's got an interesting history herself," Natalie added."You mean Lillith used to be a guy?" Oh, no." Natalie laughed again as we got out of the car. "I just told you I was the only one I knew about until I met you. Lillith was one of the original hippies from the San Francisco Summer of Love in 1967. She taught me a lot about those times. Oh, but of course you lived through that too, Michelle.. I had planned to do a modified tumbling routine for the tryout and was now glad because nobody else was doing any thing like that.When Sandra got back to us, I said, "I know you 2 are on the team so wish me luck." I went up to the line and waited my turn. When the director told me to start, I did my routine. It suddenly seemed just fine. I didn't care what anyone thought, I was doing this because I liked to do it.When I finished, I walked back over to the others. They were both staring at me.. For the moment, they seemed to have forgotten he existed, and he couldn't blame them. His mother was having her first lesbian experience, and Glynn was anxious to see what would happen next, but not from a distance. Not wanting to miss a single movement, he sat down on the far edge of the bed, holding his cock and staring avidly at them. Jean manipulated his mom's breasts, thumbing the nipples while she kissed the older woman, mashing down on the springy mounds and letting them spring up.