.." whispered Sophie as she stroked Priscilla's cheek."No chatting, sluts. Get on with it," growled Doug. He reached for the camera and sat on the foo... of the bed in order to get a close up of the action.Priscilla had little idea of Sapphic love making but Sophie found it easy to assume the part of a lesbian lover. She was gentle and knowing and was able to get the younger woman to relax somewhat. Memories of Aunt Lucretia's "ladies" at play were a great help. Before long Sophie's inexperienced. I had imagined their lives in my writing. That's what Simone hadresponded so strongly to in my story.Simone. I lay back on the couch, fantasizing about Terri and Simonetogether, touching each other. I started to play with myself, but myclothing was in the way. So I shucked out of the dress, letting it slipdown my figure, and teased my boobs until my nipples were hard. Then Ireached into the liquid space between my legs, imagining what it wouldbe like if Simone were stroking me there. I could. A few minutes later, he laid out his clothes in preparation for a shower with a welcome boost of caffeine. A tone sounded from his phone and he checked the one word message, “Up?” “Getting in the shower now. Thanks. Love you,” he quickly tapped out before heading to the bathroom. She had saved his bacon more than once with those texts and phone calls. Morning person were the last words anyone would have ever used to describe him. Of course, it also reminded him that he still had to spend at. ”“I’ll always love you as my mother,” he replied, “but l want you as my slut as well.”“Of course baby,” she said, kissing him, “do you want to fuck me again.”“No,” he replied, “go and shower and dress, we’re going into town.” He put his hand between her legs, grabbing a handful of her pubic hair. “First job is to get rid of this,” he said, tugging it firmly. “All my girlfriends are shaved, l prefer my cunts that way, l’m taking you to that beauty parlour at the end of the high street, you will.