" she began. "Margi has always wanted to acknowledge her body as well as her sexuality. She told me that making out in the dark is fun certainly, but ...ot exciting. She's attracted to the excitement. Aren't you, girl?"Margi glanced at me and then tried to look up at Jean but couldn't manage fully. Jean nudged her again and she nodded."Aren't you?" prompted Jean."Yes." Yes, what?" Yes, I love the excitement." And?" And... I'm too embarrassed to ask for it."Patiently, "For what, Margi?" For. My usual routine was to attend to my obligations and then more or less barricade myself in a spare room, so I'm certain I must have been awful company.Thankfully those were two of only a handful of times I was obliged to return home. Until one day in January when I returned to my apartment, exhausted from one more day in a seemingly endless string of days at work. I rifled through my mail, which was filled as it always was with glossy advertisements, bills, credit opportunities, and something. She lived only a block away from us. Cindy had befriended her and they would go shopping together and sit up at night and have long conversations. It was during one of these conversations that Cindy let slip her unique living arrangements.Cindy was at Judy’s house late one evening. Both had had too much wine. Talk got around to sex, naturally, and Judy was complaining she wasn’t getting any sex, but didn’t know how to go about meeting nice men and dating. Judy told Cindy with a wink that she. I caught her from back and put colour on her face and kissed her neck. But she didnt said anything and I got the confidence and put colour inside her blouse and while doing this I touched her firm hard breast. She was moaning by now and in this process my prick touched her bum. She was enjyoing and than suddently she removed herself from my grip and ran inside the bedroom and i followed her and she suddnly applied paint on my face. Now we calm down for a while and be seated in the bed. She told.