”Cindy, confused, took a seat on the bed.“You have two options,” Aunt Lisa said, “You can stay here, and you’ll follow my rules, or you can ...o make your own way and have your own rules. It’s your decision and no one is going to force you.”“Um, okay. What rules?” Cindy asked.“First, you know exactly where I stand on this lesbian business. If you stay here, you’re not going to be lesbian. Girls who only fuck girls are useless for populating God’s earth. That’s a woman’s place, not at the head of. “Julia!” I whispered. “What?” Julia hissed. “This is really fun,” I grinned at her, “we’re playing hide-and-seek.” “Except if you get caught, you’re not ‘it,’” Julia hissed, “you’re dead!”“That just makes it better!” I giggled, pulling Julia out of the alcove and dragging her down the hallway. I’d always engaged in thrill-seeking behavior, but this was worrisome. Julia would have to play therapist for me once we were in a safe place so that we could determine the root-cause of my… you’re still. I dressed to kill, hoping to tease. My black yoga pants barely covering my round curvy ass. My breasts are held up by a black tank top that is bursting at the seams. I scan the room looking, ah, I notice her from across the room. Before I came in I bet every cock in the room was straining with the thought of her. She is walking on the tread mill, we lock eyes. I look her up and down, assessing my competition. Her breasts are full and bouncy, and that ass, mhmm. I make my way over to the. It can take us anywhere in an instant. It can take us to amazing sensual heights, or to our darkest deepest fantasies. I suppose that's how my story started. I still can't decide whether it's an amazing sensual height, or if it's a deep dark fantasy.I guess I should start by telling you a little about myself. I'm 23 years old, white, five foot six inches tall. I have dirty blonde hair, and green eyes. I'm pretty busty, and feel somewhat sexy with my 36d-26-35 body. I've never had a problem.