‘Then you’re not a lesbian,’ her mother reassured her. ‘No? Than what am I then,’ she asked, mystified? ‘You’re just what is called bi-c...rious,’ she explained to Dorothy. ‘I think most young ladies probably are, at one time or another.’ Then she added, ‘There’s nothing to worry about. Why don’t you go upstairs and change now? And don’t worry. It’s our little secret.’ Dorothy headed up the stairs to her room. She felt a little better now. Her mother was more understanding, and a lot more helpful. “Thank you,” said Bea.“So how have you been?” said Ava. “How are things at the store?”“Good and good, I mean busy; well, you know,” she said. “I was nearby: I have a doctor’s appointment. And I decided to come by here first. I got a letter, believe it or not, from your man upstate.” The look on Ava Gardner’s face was pure surprise.“A letter from Julian?” said Ava.“Yes, delivered to the store, and it surprised me too. I mean he’s never written to me before,” she said.“Okay?” said Ava.“Yes, apart. For an instant his face fell, so I quickly interjected, 'But I have been with a man', his face lit up again.'Three months back I was walking home from school when I realized I was being followed by a man'. 'What were you wearing', he asked me excitedly?'My uniform, but the skirt was way to high', I added for impact, 'I think he could see my cotton panties'.My embellishing was yielding results, daddy was squirming under my bum, and I was in turn squeezing his cock with my buttocks.'Go on', his. .” I leaned forward and lightly kissed her pussy. It was smooth and bare and hand a cute little trimmed landing strip at the top. She tasted so sweet and fresh and there was no place else I wanted to be at that moment. I kept kissing it and fastened my lips over her pussy, my tongue venturing forth to explore and love her sweet pussy. Hillary was moaning above me and moved her hands slowly, placing them on my head. I began thrusting my tongue in and out of her. I moved up and began teasing her.