Our faces, both turning crimson, then we burst out in spontaneous laughter. Terry stood up to check the washing machine, his trousers held back a very...thick stiffy. My fanny flooded down my legs. "I'll just get my tools, don't think it will be much, these models have a surge protection built in." Just like me I thought. "There you are not much to it, I won't even charge you, seeing as you put on the coffee and show." We both laughed lightheartedly, he then picked up his tools and paperwork. If it was legal for us to get married we certainly would have. Denise confided in me a few years ago that she was not lesbian so much as bisexual. It wasn't until I came along that she even considered women as sexually exciting. We even purchased a dildo so that I could give her the penetration that she was missing. I wouldn't let the thing near my hole, however.I'm so happy with her, and we'd recently been discussing the next step: children. I'd like a little girl, of course. Boys just grow up. ”“There's a word for that, you know.”“I know. I'm a whore, and that's all I want to be.”“I know you're a whore,” she says, then slaps my ass, hard, like she's punishing me for telling her something she already knows. “I want you to be all mine,” she says, and starts to fuck me again, prodding my butt hole with her thumb as she does.“Mmmph, Bernadettte.”She inches her bare foot even closer to my face. “Suck my toe,” she says.I obey, taking her big toe in my mouth as she fucks me doggy-style. The. After greeting each other Sandy asked, "Have you got time to have a cup of coffee with me? I want to talk to you about something."I immediately became uncomfortable but in spite of my better judgment I agreed to have a cup of coffee with her. I though that she might want to talk about the things she said to me at the cook out. I assumed that she was embarrassed by what she had said and wanted to set the record straight. While I didn't want to sit through that I decided to let her have her say.