Brady and took him for a walk in the garden. We stopped behind a large tree. We kissed. We groped. My tongue was down his throat and his hand was up m... skirt. Finally, when we were past the point of no return, I begged him to fuck me. I promised not to tell my husband or his wife. I pleaded with him as I un-buckled his trousers. I then turned to face away from him and flipped up the hem of my dress. He pulled my panties down and leaned me over at the waist, my bare ass exposed. With my hands on. " I don't understand," Bredna said."Well, in Kristie's case, she work the streets. She's bi. So when shegets a girl or a guy to taste even a little bit of her milk, she is ableto 'convince them' to come here." Where they will do anything to get more?" Brenda asked."Where they tend to be very open to our wide range of services," Brisaid with an almost-evil smile. You see, Christine/Kristie doescontinue to be a major benefactor," Bri replied with a snicker.Bri leaned even more toward Brenda. I knew what she wanted, and by leaving the door open she knew I was thinking about it."I hope I haven't been too forward," she said as she dressed.My reply was a shock, even to me. "I'm pleased you were."With my shower finished, my sanctuary beckoned. Laying on my bed, still naked, I began thinking of what had come over me. Surely, after Scott, I was not becoming interested in girls. That was not the reason. Ever since puberty, I had been touched, not sexually, but touched, held, made to feel. Their breasts weren’t especially large either. Sharon’s were the largest: shaped like apples with rosy pink nipples. Tracey’s were more pointed and she probably had almost as much nipple as breast to support them. However the girls were pretty much always available. They didn’t cost you anything, though you would probably worry about what illnesses you’d picked up (not that that ever bothered the girls!) The best fun Sharon could imagine was having two pricks up her – one in her cunt and the.