I heard him ask her if Marcus fucked her when she stayed at his house, and she said that they just slept toghether and nothing else. I could hear wha... sounded like kissing and I heard Pat say, “I love kissing you babe, your lips are so soft.” Sara said, “I like you kissing me.” I heard Pat say, “How about letting me slide this in here?” Sara replied, “No, I told you, we are just taking a shower together, you are not going to fuck me, I won’t ever fuck you unless Malc tell’s me to.” What I. ” “I'm looking forward to it. I love good, erotic stories. I have a feeling your stories will be very enjoyable.” “ I know this is bold of me to ask but I have an idea.” Am I really going to do this? “Yes, what is your bold idea?” His eyes narrowed revealing surprised curiosity. “Tell me.” “I would like to write a special story, just for you, and I'd like to write it here. I can bring my laptop here and write during the day, go to work at Rosie's and then read it to you at night.” “That is. My hair, when I was on the outside, had grown long. For the first time in my life but not the last I had my hair done like women used to. I found it different to walk in shoes with heels not like my flight boots at all, the skirt tight fitting shorted my walk. The lessons in walking and sitting carried on over a 3 to 6 month period. I was taught office skills, shorthand and typing. Some guys wouldn't give up. Rough women troops had to be called in and guys like myself ended up fighting. We lost ourselves in each other’s eyes, abandoning all our inhibitions. Her face apprehensively approached me. Our eyes closed while my heart raced as her lips pressed against mine. We held our kiss, allowing it linger on longer and longer, until I felt my mom slip her tongue through. Her tongue flickered against the tip of mine, teasing it toward hers. We passionately began to make out as I rubbed my hands down her back finding her ass. I pulled at the bikini knots she had on each side causing.